Baby Father
Let's get it
Gang, gang
Ah, ah, real trapstar, vivo como un rockstar (rockstar)
Caminando con lo' shooter en mi roster (con lo' shooter)
En el Hellcat te prendemo' el helicopter (hellcat)
El Baby Father como pa' lo' tiempo' 'el Boster (Baby Father, boy)
La gang en el club
Lo' Diablo' 'e Lloren', security ni checkeó (Los Diablo', huelebi)
En el VIP bien loco', sacamo' la' Glock (con las Glizzy)
Yo sé que es tu baby, mami, pero se murió
Se enchuló del drip gastando racks en la Dior
Este estilo dе vida ya e' normal pa' mí (normal)
En el Raptor por Santurce, la' Glizzy con chip (ah, ah, ah, ¡ah!)
Toa' son fulеte' como Hydro y Spiff (Fulete)
Con 50 diablo' en la tarima como Chief Keef (Hydreezy)
Estamo' al fuego acostumbrao', ya ni me quemo (gang)
Salgo pa' lo' partie' empaletea'o, yo no me dejo (con los Draco')
To' lo' shooter con lo' palo' y con lo' carro' nuevo' (to' lo' shooters)
Con lo' brothers, toa' las Glizzy la' prendemo' en fuego
Vaciamo' peine', lo' cambiamo' y te damo' de nuevo (Money Wayy)
Quieren sonar como yo porque le' cambiamo' el juego (Stash Money Gang)
Le' quiero ver la cara cuando traiga un Lambo a Calle 4 y celebremo' con Buchanan's y lo' Draco'
Háblame de ticket y analizamo' lo' contrato' (ticket, boy)
Ahora son de mil si ante' eran muerto' lo' contrato' (shh, ah-ah)
Todavía no creen, se le' nota en la cara cuando no' ven
Negociamo' con lo' jefe' no novato' (jodío' rookie)
It's the Money Wayy, cabrón, tengo un pint of what? That's lean (dirty boy)
Dirty pop, Fanta y el codeine (codeine)
Cabrón, yo sí muero por mi team
La' paca' en el bando, flow Yao Ming, 9X19 el spring (gang, gang, gang; Gang, gang, gang)
Real trapstar, vivo como un rockstar (rockstar)
Caminando con lo' shooter en mi roster (con lo' shooter)
En el Hellcat te prendemo' el helicopter (ah, ah)
El Baby Father como pa' lo' tiempo' 'el Boster (grr, grr)
La gang en el club
Lo' Diablo' 'e Lloren', security ni checkeó (Los Diablo', huelebicho)
En el VIP bien loco' sacamo' la' Glock (La' Glizzy)
Yo sé que e' tu baby, mami, pero se murió (se murió, ¿oíste?)
Se enchuló del drip gastando racks en la Dior
La calle está tied in con lo' Money Wayy (Money Wayy)
Como lo' peine' de mi guerra, amarrao' con tape (con el tape)
Tienen que ir pa'l gym, cagón, tú no puede' con Kay (tú no puede' con Kay; Ooh, ooh)
I be selling dope, cabrón, hice 50K (ah, ah)
En el bando, vamo' a limpiar lo' chavo' cantando
En el booth y toa' la' puta' están llamando (you feel me?)
Yo la' dejo suelta', boy, this that perc talk (ah)
Coronamo' la vuelta, te tumbamo' la puerta (ooh, ooh)
It's the Mvrda Gvng (Mvrda Gvng)
Fuletazo con los VVS en el Audemars (fuletazo, huelebi)
No creían y ahora están llamando pa' grabar (you feel me?)
Nyxto, explícale' que e' business, que no e' personal (matamo' a gente iced out)
Tienen que hablar con Lo' Diablo' 'e Lloren' (Stash Money Gang)
Sigo quemando sour gushers con el Gusano (ah, ah, ah)
En el bunker facturo con el Enano (dime, Enano)
O ando con Eladio, fumando backpack por lo' Estado' (brr)
'Tamo sonando en la calle, no en la radio (Sauce Gang, Mvrda Gang; ah, ah; gang, gang)
Real trapstar, vivo como un rockstar (rockstar)
Caminando con lo' shooter en mi roster (con lo' shooter)
En el Hellcat te prendemo' el helicopter (en el Hellcat)
El Baby Father como pa' lo' tiempo 'el Boster (Baby Father, boy)
La gang en el club
Lo' Diablo' 'e Lloren', security ni chequeó (Los Diablo', huelebi)
En el V.I.P. bien loco' sacamo' la' Glock' (Las Glizzy)
Yo sé que es tu baby, mami, pero se murió (he an opp, you feel me?)
Se enchuló del drip gastando racks en la Dior (ah, ah)
Lo' Diablo', hijo 'e puta (ooh, ooh)
Los que controlamo' el maleanteo y la brea
Dime, Nyxto, Hydreezy (gang, gang, gang, gang)
Tú sabe' que esto es easy (dime, Bassyy)
Amárrese los tenis, huelebicho' (uh, uh, Stash Money Gang)
Me vo'a quedar con el juego, huelebi (ah, ah)
Que en paz descanse Yeru (Money Wayy)
Shout out to' mis diablos, Stash Money Gang, lo' buzo', ah, ah
To' esa gente que aprietan botones, los míos en la cárcel (un saludo a toa' la' ganga' y toa' las mafia')
Los que se bajan y destrozan la' cara', hijo 'e puta (lloren' Torre', La Metro, Santurce; Grr, grr, pow)
Baby Father
Let's get it
Gang, gang
Ah, ah, real trapstar, living like a rockstar (rockstar)
Walking with the shooters in my roster (with the shooters)
In the Hellcat we light up the helicopter (hellcat)
The Baby Father like for the times 'el Boster (Baby Father, boy)
The gang in the club
The Devils of Lloren', security didn't even check (The Devils, smell)
In the VIP all crazy, we pull out the Glocks (with the Glizzy)
I know she's your baby, mommy, but she's dead
She got hooked on the drip spending racks on Dior
This lifestyle is normal for me now (normal)
In the Raptor through Santurce, the Glizzys with chips (ah, ah, ah, ah!)
All are full like Hydro and Spiff (Full)
With 50 devils on stage like Chief Keef (Hydreezy)
We're used to the fire, I don't even burn anymore (gang)
I go out to the parties armed, I don't back down (with the Dracos)
All the shooters with the sticks and with the new cars (all the shooters)
With the brothers, all the Glizzys we light up in fire
We empty the clips, we change them and we give them to you again (Money Wayy)
They want to sound like me because we change the game (Stash Money Gang)
I want to see their faces when I bring a Lambo to Calle 4 and we celebrate with Buchanan's and the Dracos
Talk to me about money and we analyze the contracts (money, boy)
Now they're in the thousands if before they were dead contracts (shh, ah-ah)
They still don't believe, you can see it on their faces when they see us
We negotiate with the bosses not rookies (damn rookies)
It's the Money Wayy, bastard, I have a pint of what? That's lean (dirty boy)
Dirty pop, Fanta and codeine (codeine)
Bastard, I really die for my team
The packs in the band, flow Yao Ming, 9X19 the spring (gang, gang, gang; Gang, gang, gang)
Real trapstar, living like a rockstar (rockstar)
Walking with the shooters in my roster (with the shooters)
In the Hellcat we light up the helicopter (ah, ah)
The Baby Father like for the times 'el Boster (grr, grr)
The gang in the club
The Devils of Lloren', security didn't even check (The Devils, smell)
In the VIP all crazy, we pull out the Glocks (The Glizzys)
I know she's your baby, mommy, but she's dead (she's dead, heard?)
She got hooked on the drip spending racks on Dior
The street is tied in with the Money Wayy (Money Wayy)
Like the combs of my war, tied with tape (with the tape)
They have to go to the gym, coward, you can't handle Kay (you can't handle Kay; Ooh, ooh)
I be selling dope, bastard, made 50K (ah, ah)
In the band, we're going to clean up the money singing
In the booth and all the bitches are calling (you feel me?)
I let them loose, boy, this is that perc talk (ah)
We crown the turn, we knock down the door (ooh, ooh)
It's the Mvrda Gvng (Mvrda Gvng)
Full of VVS with the Audemars (full, smell)
They didn't believe and now they're calling to record (you feel me?)
Nyxto, explain to them that it's business, not personal (we kill people iced out)
They have to talk to The Devils of Lloren' (Stash Money Gang)
I keep burning sour gushers with Gusano (ah, ah, ah)
In the bunker I bill with El Enano (tell me, Enano)
Or I'm with Eladio, smoking backpacks through the States (brr)
We're playing in the street, not on the radio (Sauce Gang, Mvrda Gang; ah, ah; gang, gang)
Real trapstar, living like a rockstar (rockstar)
Walking with the shooters in my roster (with the shooters)
In the Hellcat we light up the helicopter (in the Hellcat)
The Baby Father like for the times 'el Boster (Baby Father, boy)
The gang in the club
The Devils of Lloren', security didn't even check (The Devils, smell)
In the V.I.P. all crazy, we pull out the Glocks (The Glizzys)
I know she's your baby, mommy, but she's dead (he's an opp, you feel me?)
She got hooked on the drip spending racks on Dior (ah, ah)
The Devils, son of a bitch (ooh, ooh)
Those who control the underworld and the tar
Tell me, Nyxto, Hydreezy (gang, gang, gang, gang)
You know this is easy (tell me, Bassyy)
Tie your shoes, smell (uh, uh, Stash Money Gang)
I'm going to stay with the game, smell (ah, ah)
Rest in peace Yeru (Money Wayy)
Shout out to all my devils, Stash Money Gang, the divers, ah, ah
All those people who press buttons, mine in jail (a greeting to all the gangs and all the mafia')
Those who get off and smash faces, son of a bitch (cry Torre', La Metro, Santurce; Grr, grr, pow)