I saw a smile on his face
Dressed in pleasing black
A little Mustang for a ride
He burned rubber on the boulevard
And it seems he's already happy

Parked in the middle of the street
Doors open, atmosphere set
A shout to the wind was heard
And he turned up the music
As if there's no tomorrow

I don't know what the reason is
And even a serenade arrived
I also saw some green bills
In his pants

Uh!
He's going to Culiacan, old man
Pure Junior H
And up Sonora, old men
Ayayay

He put his finger on the mouth
To some who looked for trouble
Without much blah-blah, he sat them down
And slapped the two big ones
He doesn't like to show off

After the inconveniences
He took out some bills again
We went to Culiacan
With some very relaxed ladies
Colombian girls, the partners

My friend got stung
He ordered his recersor
The plebada is very active
Soon the clique fell
Three days dawned on them
A band and northern group

I don't know what the reason is
And even a serenade arrived
I also saw some green bills
In his pants

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