Pandillero Pero Millonario (feat. Santa Fe Klan)

Hey

On the street they call me a gangster
For the way I hustle for my money
As if I was going to bother with their comments
Quite the opposite

Gangster, but millionaire
The people in my neighborhood love me
Where I was born, I stay
Gangster, but millionaire
And even though death has no schedule
Crazy, I'm going to die

Gangster, but millionaire
The people in my neighborhood love me
Where I was born, I stay
Gangster, but millionaire
And even though death has no schedule
Crazy, I'm going to die (ah, ah) (auh)
Gangster, but millionaire

Once upon a time, an angel and a dog
That the devil made gangsters, but God made warriors
They grew up in the same hell, with a notebook
Enduring cold in the winter, problems with the government
We have to do what we have to do, that's how we had to grow up
I never stole for fun, I always did it to eat
May God bless my gangsters in jail
We're still alive so life is good
And it's not that we like prison, it's serious
Those of us born poor always liked the fair
As a kid, it was noticeable, quiet, but tough
I never studied to be a worker, I graduated to be a boss
25 caliber on the boot's ankle
Through the airport with eggs full of weed
Because I was one of those who said I couldn't
Humbly still a gangster

Gangster, but millionaire
The people in my neighborhood love me
Where I was born, I stay
Gangster, but millionaire
And even though death has no schedule
Crazy, I'm going to die

Gangster, but millionaire
The people in my neighborhood love me
Where I was born, I stay
Gangster, but millionaire
And even though death has no schedule
Crazy, I'm going to die
Gangster, but millionaire

24/7, I'm making money
We don't accept mistakes, this is serious
In the studio with Maxo cooking up the goods
My people suffer from poverty, the salary is a misery
Death visits you if it finds you in its contacts (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Maybe I'll go to hell for my bad deeds
Everyone pray to their saints
If I fall, I stand firm and get up
Long live Mexico, proud of my land
Respect for those who hold on to their dreams
I used to have no money in my wallet
I walk with worn-out sneakers on the same road
Like a pitbull, I latch onto the enemy
The cops stop me and don't find anything
My bank account goes up every time I record
I'm in Guadalajara with the toughest dog
I want to become a millionaire, woh-oh-oh
Doing this is necessary, woh-oh-oh
Our calendar is full, woh-oh-oh
The neighborhood is really hot, woh-oh-oh

Gangster, but millionaire
The people in my neighborhood love me
Where I was born, I stay
Gangster, but millionaire
And even though death has no schedule
Crazy, I'm going to die

Gangster, but millionaire
The people in my neighborhood love me
Where I was born, I stay
Gangster, but millionaire
And even though death has no schedule
Crazy, I'm going to die
Gangster, but millionaire

It's Don Perrito from the C (yeah), from the C, C-Kan
And the people from Santa Fe, Santa Fe, Fe Klan
Guadalajara
Hey
Cha-cha-chau
Mexico rocks
Hey Maxo
Yeah
Ck
From the raised comrades
The Santa Fe Klan
C-Kan
The one from the field