Chambean (feat. Tego Calderón)

D-Note is on the beat
The Beatllionare

I walk with the crew, the crew a stick in the Can-Am
GPS in all my cars, I always know where they are
For breakdowns, nails in the KIAs run for mine
Pearl White like the lions in front of Elia's house

And I was born with money, add to that all that I look for
Plus the houses and the machines I drive
The card, they call me the razor that no one lowers
In White Lion, I'm like the 700 on Yamaha

I enter the club with the Patek on my arm
Everything you mortgage, I pay with a check
I'm balanced, sardine, the money that never ends
On top it's cooked and I have a kiosk on every corner

Monkey see, monkey do, your girl is on the menu
She wants to ride the jet ski, she's tired of the Sea Doo
She wants to hang out with those who come to the club, the carbon fiber
You're always broke, they say they haven't reached the pound

Bastard, yours work, work
Those who say they really drink it
Bastard, yours work, work
And when it's time for the truth, they don't dare

Bastard, yours work, work
Jeh, your brothers and your brothers, jeh
Bastard, yours work, work
None of them get involved, bastard

Six millions ways to die, choose one
After I pull out the AK-Pistol, nigga, run, run
Drums on refill, I send from thousand to thousand
A house in PR, two mansions in Beverly Hills

I have satellites, in front of all the elite's houses
Your bosses suck me off, I get into their corner, so what?
If at the last minute they bring in chiqui-chambon
And everyone knows I have a badass crew

Prrum, if I catch you on the street, it says prrum
I empty a carbine-15 on you
And without balls to bring me a tail, get into the chola
To fight I have what you lack in the balls

And I keep going in four corners, I already erased the cassette
On my feet the October Red, on my neck they're all baguette
The jobs and the tickets stored in the chalet
And the material in the kiosk moving like, brrr

Bastard, yours work, work
Those who are with you twenty-four hours
Bastard, yours work, work
They brake when they feel the power

Bastard, yours work, work
Today we take the street for a walk
Bastard, yours work, work
This is for the neighborhood, for the residential area

Tego Calderón, damn
There's no shit here, man, respect and all but not like that either
What's up? What do you think? To hell, bastard
With Coscu I take a month to go to the street, to the residential area and nothing else
(The Beatllionaire)
El Mueka
And the beast, the Princi
Brr