And it's your buddy Kevin
Bye

High-end, new rich, I'll explain it to you later
To Punta Cana or a private jet to Puerto Rico
I dive into the madness wherever I go
I carry good support from the Deltas and the commanders

What's up, guys? What's the deal? Well, yes, I also jump in
I arrive armed in an Audi RS 5
I go for a ride in the Porsche GT3
They know the bad guys are around, they get scared when they see me

At Tomorrowland if I want to party
Or over there in Morocco, to go on vacation
Money comes to me, you know, I collect it even in Dubai
My business is badass, yes, I'm international

Some jobs were taken by the Navy
And zero mistakes, they took what was for a day
Here, money is abundant, and I spend it in Turkey
I get involved from the line of an Aunt

And, oh, it excites her that I'm in the operation
She likes that I move money in cash
And she says nothing, she just always enjoys it
She's the finest, but her friend is a slut

And I'm throwing bills in the clubs
Just so, I can annoy the cats a little
My photos in the style of Commander Ántrax
And also in the style of how to spend the stacks

To hell with it, bottles on the floor
The one I want, I take, I'm never left wanting
It's the weekend, let's head to Punta Cana
I bring a hit, that more than anything, ends it

The satellites to knock out signals
I party with the bosses and the team is for working
I go to Switzerland, to a mountain
In a private jet that the mob gave me

I bring the experience, I quickly get more
I carry the little one to protect Culiacán
The school I carry, no one else will carry
Here we are in school ready to act

She likes the baisas and smoking weed
I play dembow and her ass bounces
She loves my stuff, also my money
The bad friends I have abroad

Pure fancy narco, princesses at the table
Here I bring the powder in case, in case I get stressed
In European cars, we go often
One, two, three days, you can see I haven't slept

I shoot and pure hell breaks loose
With the babies, it's time to go wild in the club
The Moet and the Dom Pé' never come cheap
But they pay me back when I lock them in the room

With a machine gun or submachine gun
Here in CLN, they know I'm at a thousand
Pure badass guns, like the Iraqis
Talibans embedded with a missile dessert

Bulletproof vest, with a "CDS" patch
Organized crime from the state of Sinaloa
If you already know that I put a frame on everything
Hallucinogens too, I took a mushroom

They don't give a damn if I live like a millionaire
I deliver the cheese by plane, in a small plane
The AK-47s in the truck boxes
Pure civilian from the Navy, that's the truth

I smoke some bongs well loaded with kief
The chains and a Van Cleef bracelet peek out
Ice Box receives my diamonds warmly
Because I pay them in cash quickly

Pure dead rich
Just like that, from RIOVAR
Once again, he took over the production

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