Musica y Dinero
I saw your face last night
You were stuck inside my dream
Your body and your mind (4LX)
They made me feel complete
Although it's hard for me to say
Why you ever felt this way
I'm sure that you would like to know
That I'm sleeping alone
Got me crying on the phone
And hoping you don't go back
To the places I don't know
Now I'm sleeping alone
Trying to call you on the phone
And hoping you will answer all
Ey, ho, ho
The numbers you don't know
Es mi momento, zorra, como un penalti
El Sol brillando, el paraíso de los gangsters
Siéntate, ho, come, hay de to' (hay de—)
Pila de trote, ya he pasa'o de to'
Se me dio, yo me he firma'o a mí mismo
Me voy a dar un millón pa' grabarme un disco (oh-oh)
Zorra, no puedo
Sé que nadie me quiere, estoy en música y dinero (damn)
Música y dinero, música y dinero
Música y dinero, música y dinero
Música y dinero, música y dinero
Música y dinero, música y dinero, oh-oh-oh
Me sé olvida que soy famoso
En la mierda con apestoso', en el cuello un coso
También soy humano, zorra, ya lo ves (ya lo ves)
Llevo un tiempo haciendo las cosas bien
Como dice Ñejo, esta vida es prestá'
Tengo Clase S, y ahora quiero el Maybach
'Tán saliendo muchos, pocos de verdad (de verdad)
Compran las visita', me hablan de humildad
Yo soy un hijo puta, zorra, yo soy un chulo (yo soy un chulo)
A tu novio le meto y le follo el culo
Con la musiquita buena yo me curo (yo me curo)
(Con la musiquita buena yo me curo)
No puedo, contestaros al teléfono ya no puedo (no puedo)
Estar en un punto tocándome los huevo'
Caerle a esas ratchets porque quieren huevo
Aunque me duela el corazón, no puedo (no puedo)
No, oh-oh, aunque me duela, no puedo
No, oh-oh
Si quiero ser rico, no puedo
Contestaros al teléfono ya no puedo
Estar en un punto tocándome los huevo'
Caerle a esas ratchets porque quieren huevo
Aunque me duela el corazón, no puedo
Si quiero ser rico, no puedo
Sentarme con ninguno de estos mamahuevo'
No me odie' a mí, lilón, odia el juego
El árbitro compra'o, hackea'o el juego
Putas con ojos verdes y el dinero a juego
Puta rubias con dragones que escupen fuego
Rateros matan por el trono, así está el juego
Y no puedo
Music and Money
I saw your face last night
You were stuck inside my dream
Your body and your mind (4LX)
They made me feel complete
Although it's hard for me to say
Why you ever felt this way
I'm sure that you would like to know
That I'm sleeping alone
Got me crying on the phone
And hoping you don't go back
To the places I don't know
Now I'm sleeping alone
Trying to call you on the phone
And hoping you will answer all
Ey, ho, ho
The numbers you don't know
It's my moment, bitch, like a penalty
The sun shining, gangsters' paradise
Sit down, ho, eat, there's everything (there's everything—)
A lot of hustle, I've already moved on from everything
It happened to me, I signed myself
I'm going to give myself a million to record an album (oh-oh)
Bitch, I can't
I know nobody loves me, I'm in music and money (damn)
Music and money, music and money
Music and money, music and money
Music and money, music and money
Music and money, music and money, oh-oh-oh
I forget that I'm famous
In the shit with the stinkers, a thing around my neck
I'm also human, bitch, you see it (you see it)
I've been doing things right for a while
Like Ñejo says, this life is borrowed
I have a Class S, and now I want the Maybach
Many are coming out, few are real (real)
They buy visits, talk to me about humility
I'm a son of a bitch, bitch, I'm a pimp (I'm a pimp)
I fuck your boyfriend and fuck his ass
With good music I heal myself (I heal myself)
(With good music I heal myself)
I can't, answer the phone, I can't anymore (I can't)
Being at a point touching my balls
Falling for those ratchets because they want eggs
Even if it hurts my heart, I can't (I can't)
No, oh-oh, even if it hurts, I can't
No, oh-oh
If I want to be rich, I can't
Answer the phone, I can't anymore
Being at a point touching my balls
Falling for those ratchets because they want eggs
Even if it hurts my heart, I can't
If I want to be rich, I can't
Sit with any of these motherfuckers
Don't hate me, lilón, hate the game
The referee bought, the game hacked
Bitches with green eyes and money at stake
Blonde bitches with dragons spitting fire
Thieves kill for the throne, that's how the game is
And I can't