Tiempos de Cali

Chad G (ah)
Yah (ah, ah)
El Soto, dude
Yo'
Is Venezuela real (ah)
Yah

Girls shaking their asses for the hustlers
I wanna be stacking cash like a ballplayer
Since the days of the ghetto, I’m cool (cool)
Here, it’s not the sailor in charge (no), it’s Big Soto, dude

Since the times of Cali (Cali, Cali)
Messing up the party (prr, prr, prr; ah)
We ain't in P.R., this is Venezuela, babe (Venezuela)
If you get hit with a bat, I don’t want no weak shit (no)
We came here to lose our minds, to mess around, to chill

And let the smoke rise, wow (wow)
The owner of the show (wow)
I’m the one handing out bars like Moe does with beers (Moe)
Came in without girls, wow (ah-ah)
No bringing sand to the beach (no, no)
Besides, I’m one of those who if they aim, never misses (ass)

Fire, fire, the street’s on fire (ah)
El Alfa said it, but that’s nothing new (nothing new)
Fire, fire, the street’s on fire (fire)
Like the fire that burns in that morning vibe

I got a call from Daniela
She wants me to come over and give it to her (give it to her)
Haven’t heard from her in a while
But I remembered (I didn’t know)
That she was with me before I blew up and got famous
And when I saw her, she told me to change (to change)
Money doesn’t change anyone, babe, you gotta know that (prr!; never)
I’m still the same kid from the block, but with cash
With more bills and more hustle (more), the real deal, ey
Blessed by God, amen (amen, amen)
Skirts up and holding it down, the projects, eh
I’d love to see the face of the one who doubts when I blow up—
That’s more than what I’ve achieved since I started
And filling a Cholise-o, amen
Guarapata when I’m rich (rich)
I can’t pretend to be something I’m not
In short words, I don’t flex much (no)
Don’t hang too much, I see them with chains wasting
On their asses while I shine without that
I won’t deny I’d look fly
With diamonds on my watch and ring
They’re missing a screw, many don’t even write the simple stuff
Their dream is to have the looks, my dream is to quit smoking
Like a straw, I got them hooked on my sound
Every party that plays is a blast
Listen to me when you’re bored
Soto (Soto), yeah

This is the typical track where I don’t say a damn thing, nothing
Is Venezuela real, trap (Yah)

Girls shaking their asses for the hustlers
I wanna be stacking cash like a ballplayer
Since the days of the ghetto, I’m cool (cool)
Here, it’s not the sailor in charge, it’s Big Soto, dude

Since the times of Cali (Cali, Cali)
Messing up the party (prr, prr, prr; ah)
We ain't in P.R., this is Venezuela, babe (Venezuela)
If you get hit with a bat, I don’t want no weak shit (no)
We came here to lose our minds, to mess around, to chill

And let the smoke rise, wow (wow)
(Pra-pra, pra-pra)