Brother, send me a greeting, cabron, because you are the titan
You are the idol, cabron!
Damn idol, genius!
Worldwide, supreme idol!
Damn genius! Dude, you're a monster, bro
You're the machine! Dude, damn, it can't be!
The legend!
They say money isn't everything but
Your kids won't eat from a legacy or a career
That's why I do it for the money
Brr! Ah?

Hey, I'm the most hated (the most hated)
McGregor in the octagon
Win or lose, I'm the highest paid (McGregor)
A million for a show
Without releasing a song in five months
I really said "Wow" (a million)
They don't even want me at the awards anymore because the reality is
That everyone knows I'm always armed (brr)
And I'm such a son of a bitch
That I'm not even with Karol anymore
And I've never erased the tattoo
I have a devil on my shoulder talking to me
And an angel in the Rolls Royce, ey
We did it, everyone is comparing me
To Yankee and Don, ey
I have an AK pistol in the car, cabron
I'm Ben Wallace in Detroit, ey
I pull the trigger
And all the bullets enter you without a condom

Money is coming in
The feds are investigating
I'm buying more rifles
Hunting my devils

Who the hell are you? (Who the hell are you?)
Who the hell are you? (Who the hell are you?)
Blessings for all my brothers, money and health (money and health)
Who the hell are you?
Who the hell are you? (Who the hell are you?)
Respect is earned, here you betray and end up in a coffin, brr

Cabron, I have brothers, I don't have friends
They're sons of bitches, all killers
We gave the finger to the 47 and it came
And now there's one lying in front of the casino
Angels and demons in the booth
The short one under the jersey
Of Yadier Molina, it's all routine now
The hundred-dollar bills are blue like Carolina's hair
I'm coming for the Grammys
I leave the bat in the car with three banana clips, brr
I'm hanging out with a couple of Cubans
But here we smoke weed, we don't smoke cigars
Eyes red like the devil
And they feel the vibe of a demon when I walk (possessed)
What do you want? Do you want us to kidnap you
And torture and kill you or just shoot you?
I'm going to hit you with Biri Bam Bam
Because I named the .40 Selena
May God forgive me, but
Here we kill Judas at the Last Supper
I love the white girls
But I'm in love with the dark-skinned .30
I'm very rich and the cabron who arrested me
Is waiting for payday, brr

Money is coming in
The feds are investigating
I'm buying more rifles
Hunting my devils

Who the hell are you? (Who the hell are you?)
Who the hell are you? (Who the hell are you?)
Blessings for all my brothers, money and health (money and health)
Who the hell are you?
Who the hell are you? (Who the hell are you?)
Respect is earned, here you betray and end up in a coffin, brr

I'm Tyson in '96
And Kobe posted up shooting the fade away
Cabron, I told my gunsmith
That the AK pistol breaks them like McGregor's leg
We put a .38 in your face like Jordan in the Flu Game
In the Lambo Bruce Wayne
You wouldn't be Drake if I wasn't Lil Wayne, brr!
A millionaire without a Grammy
Without a Grammy, I bought a two-million-dollar house for mom
Yellow tape and chalk
If anyone wants publicity, we give it to them with an "RIP" on their shirt
The real cabron, are you going to do it?
In the genre, no one will do what I could do
Go to jail and waste time
And have the judge give you three years and release all the songs I released
And release an album on release day
And make it number one like I did
No one believed in me
And in the Nike commercial with the Jordans
That's when I made it (the untouchables, the Illuminati)
And thank you, my God, for answering all of mom's prayers
I just closed the 2022 tour for over a hundred million
Brr!

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