El Precio del Dinero

For the music, I'm sure I'll end up in hell
And by how I answer him, he tells me I'm not sane, what am I going to do?
He wants my soul, the one with horns in his head
And I lose my vision, and it will be about me

For being on the missions, I couldn't have you
Lawyers I finance to defend my name
Mommy, I only have one wish
With you, I burn it, I must want

My bad, baby
Bu-bu-but today I want to look for you
I combine notes with drinks of the double C (C)
Apple and I start to float

She wears Prada, you can't compare
Like a killer, I want to kill you
That little waist wants to hypnotize me, yeah
Tell me then how it's going to be, yeah

Tell me how I can see you
That I can't even walk around his area (walk around)
Return to my life the luck you took away
Enemies who talk but can never touch me

I know what they've said about me
And that sounds somewhat classic
Asking me if
He wants to eat you if it's basic

If you know I like money
I wrap myself again and see her in time
Sometimes I'm not honest with her
She catches me off guard, knows if I lie

She likes me because I'm a bandit
It always tastes new and I stay inside
I don't care if she already has another guy
I always dare if that guy is a motherfucker

If you know I touch you, you get serious (serious)
If the temperature rises, I have the syrup (-rup)
She likes my videos that I have in gale (gale)
I always pick her up at her chalet (chalet)

And you, uh-uh, turn off the light, uh-uh
She climbs like a wolf (wolf)
Tonight is in my bedroom (-room; oh-oh-oh)

And you, uh-uh, turn off the light, uh-uh
She climbs like a wolf
Tonight is in my bedroom (oh-oh)

My bad, baby
Bu-But today I want to look for you
I combine notes with drinks of the double C (C)
Apple and I start to float

She wears Prada, you can't compare
Like a killer, I want to kill you
That little waist wants to hypnotize me

Hey, Nuviala
My bad, baby
But I want to kiss your mouth
You don't stop avoiding
And I can't stop thinking, ah
Hey, The Price of Money
Eh-eh-eh-eh
Yeah, The Price of Money, yeah-yeah
The Price of Money, ah-ah

Nuviala
For the music, I'm sure I'll end up in hell
And by how I answer him, he tells me I'm not sane, what am I going to do?
He wants my soul, the one with horns in his head
And I lose my vision, and it will be about me

For being on the missions, I couldn't have you
Lawyers I finance to defend my name, yeah
For the music, I'm sure I'll end up in hell
For the music, I'm sure I'll end up in hell