McGregor

Brother, send me a greeting, bastard, you are the titan
You are the idol, bastard!
Damn idol, genius!
Worldwide, supreme idol!
Damn genius!, dude, you are the monster, bro
You are the machine!, dude; damn, man, 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
McGregor in the octagon
Win or lose, I'm the highest paid (McGregor)
A million per show
Without releasing a song in five months, really, I 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
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 (Possessed), hey
We did it, everyone is comparing me to Yankee and Don, hey
I have an AK pistol in the car, bastard, I'm Ben Wallace in Detroit, hey
I pull the trigger and all the bullets enter you without a condom

Money is coming in
Feds investigating
I'm buying more rifles
My devils hunting

Who the hell are you?
Who the hell are you?
Blessings for all my brothers, money and health

Who the hell are you?
Who the hell are you?
Respect is earned, here you betray and you go to the coffin, brr

Bastard, 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 one is lying in front of the casino
Angels and demons in the cabin

The gun under Yadier Molina's jersey, it's all routine now
The hundreds are blue like Carolina's hair
I arrive for the GRAMMYs, I leave the stick in the car with three banana clips, brr

I'm 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 (Ah? Possessed)

What do you want?
Do you want us to kidnap you and torture you or shoot you dead?
I'm going to put Biri Bam Bam on you because I named the .40 Selena
May God forgive me, but here we kill Judas at the last supper (amen)

I love the white girls, but I'm in love with the .30 that's brunette (Haha!)
I'm very millionaire and the bastard who arrested me is waiting for payday (Ah?), brr

Money is coming in (Uah)
Feds investigating (Uah)
I'm buying more rifles (Brr)
My devils hunting

Who the hell are you?
Who the hell are you?

Blessings for all my brothers, money and health
Who the hell are you?
Who the hell are you?
Respect is earned, here you betray and you go to the coffin, brr (yeah)

I'm Tyson in '96 ('96)
And Kobe posted up shooting the fade away
Bastard, I told my gunsmith
That the AK pistol breaks them like McGregor's leg

We put thirty-eight in your face like Jordan in the Flu Game
In the Lambo like Bruce Wayne
You wouldn't be Drake if I wasn't Lil Wayne, brr!
Millionaire without a GRAMMY

Without a GRAMMY, I bought a two million house for mom
Yellow tape and chalk
Whoever wants a feature, we give it to them with an RIP on the shirt
Damn, are you going to do it?

In the genre, no one will do what I could do
Go to jail to pass the time
And let the judge give you three years and release all the songs I released
And release an album on the release day (you know)
And make it number one like I did when I came out
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 (amen)
I just finished the 2022 tour with over a hundred million, brr