I have two whores on my iPhone
Two pushers on the other one
Half man half cash machine, Megatron (uoh)
People talk about me
While I don't go broke
My friend inside the chest
Has pieces of robot

(Let's go)
New cars make weaw
They don't know the bon-ton
Hear weaw
That's the sound
Strong as my pain
Money rain
Jesus protect my chain
Jesus watch my plays
Drive the bros, bros, bros, bros, hey
Ye-ye-ye-ye

If the cell rings I don't answer right away
I look who it is, I make sure of the number
I swear on my fucking ass (pow, pow)
I've put a hundred thousand safe

The web won't tell me when it's time
I remember a bro behind the foil
You talk about Shiva and from my story
Your hate avoids me and I fill the Goyard

On my head I need Christ
Not just above the necklace
If you pass by there whistle me
There's my cd that passes on the street
Without school not without risk
I know how to answer the cash if it calls
A jeweler I've never seen
Now he sees me twice a week

Don't play the gringo don't play Santana
Don't follow all these false steps
Because your heart is not a machine
That listens to what others say
My idols are death
Or they have unmasked themselves
I lower the brightness to the cell
And I'll raise it on all these diamonds

I have two whores on my iPhone
Two pushers on the other one
Half man half cash machine, Megatron
People talk about me (about me)
While I don't go broke
My friend inside the chest
Has pieces of robot

New cars make weaw
They don't know the bon-ton
Hear weaw
That's the sound
Strong as my pain
Money rain
Jesus protect my chain
Jesus watch my plays
Drive the bros, bros, bros, bros
Ye-ye-ye-ye

Too many interrogations, now they're on all my friends
My block is under control between the money in and the money out
Now the backpack is big and I think about relaxing on the Mediterranean
While I see infamous falling like
Leaves from a tree

I'm not a killer but you brother don't bother me
Good the first time when I record
My brothers tattoo on the face
I want to have the city for me
It's not a coincidence that I'm the most active
The trigger on that nine
The only thing I point my finger at

My fans show me love
Two hundred behind that glass
Twenty thousand on my right wrist
I did it to satisfy the ego
In the belt holds a stick weapon
You talk but it's the courage you lack
I tasted all the beef well
I swear the meat is too bitter

I have two whores on my iPhone
Two pushers on the other one
Half man half cash machine, Megatron
People talk about me (about me)
While I don't go broke
My friend inside the chest
Has pieces of robot

New cars make weaw
They don't know the bon-ton
Hear weaw
That's the sound
Strong as my pain
Money rain
Jesus protect my chain
Jesus watch my plays
Drive the bros, bros, bros, bros
Ye-ye-ye-ye

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