Capos (part. Orlando Verdugo)

Capos (feat. Orlando Verdugo)

Boobs with the Rochers, also with the Rockefellers
I talk to the President to sign some papers
AP, Richard Jacob, Gartner, I’m stacking like Ambani
A Patek Philly like Canelo, Tiffany cut
Anko, from the shoe to the thunder in white
I dance with the horses and I’m not called Bibanco
Elite friendship with the masons and the sect
Pamo' sees me sending a Walmart the direct line
A shitload of NFL rings
Don’t post the pic until it’s revealed
From Italy, I’ve got opera in the theater
I check the media and in the middle the M4
One, two, up to three hills of Coke
With Choco, Mil de Rus and the mocha flavor
I’ve got pics with Alex Monopoly, over in Switzerland
In the Coliseum of Rome, a pass at the Leaning Tower
I’m heading to the Hamptons to throw some cash for a while
With Muslim sheikhs, they saw me close the deal
My car in Dubai has the plate and some letters
The luxuries I’ve indulged in are thanks to the tuci and the gueta
I’m taking out the trash and bump into the Kardashians
I always use fake names, that’s why they never catch me
The law of attraction makes everyone come solo
Buying on Rodeo Drive, they stare at the cholo
I’m rolling with some hoes and the bosses’ dust
I wake up in the morning with pics with fifty-year-olds
Pure blood is the Ferrari, they know I roll with the man
I don’t fly private jets, my name’s on the door

Car, money, women in excess
They know everything’s on the level
It’s not easy, my old man, I’m the grand master
They see me clicked up without neglecting the government
I light a blunt of weed on top of my truck
The speakers blast and the booties bounce
Of all those girls, some are just stuck-up
They block the way and the songs are a hit
I’ve got hits, I cut the throne in heat
I’m so global they write me from Japan
They come with vests, two long and short guns
Launching missiles, bazookas, and bombs
Don’t freak out if you see my escort
We’re watching and patrolling the area
The area, the one I’m in charge of
With my crew, they know it’s a lock
For the fun, they know I don’t back down
Now that we’re all in with the capos

I bring the big guns when I want, no problem
Here we don’t stop making cash
I’ve got good style, I earn my own
They see me chilling with style like Pacino
And the Chinese will make Gamboa small
With the red soles in Dubai and Sinaloa

7-star hotel, the character gets offended
They see him happy, a total mogul
Bang, bang, bang, the machine gun goes off
Bang, bang, bang, I take it to five letters
Today I’m locking myself in with a blonde
So later she can max out my cards
Bang, bang, bang, jumping on the bed
Bang, bang, bang, the girl doesn’t stop
Smoking babies all night long
Ignoring the boyfriend, he doesn’t answer calls
Just like that, buddy Víctor, the O, V

And like this, when I die, steal my brain
So they can make the money they couldn’t see
They can all kiss my ass

I robbed money from women at the fest
I robbed money from women at the fest
I robbed money from women at the fest
And the king mango is gone to see.