Si Mañana Caigo Preso

(Ey, ey)
(Cris MJ)
(The one that sounds the most)
We're looking for the money

And if tomorrow I fall in prison or I don't have to eat
I'll go out to look for it, I have to screw myself
Blessings to my crew, those who want to see me well
We're going up, every day another level

I like expensive things, I have a winning mind
I buy a pistol, it shoots alone
To all the envious ones, I pass them through the slums
I ride the motorcycle, high and always discreet

To the dangerous, you know, we are gangsters
Fighting since I was little, thank God I'm a singer
For real it happened, now we're moving forward
Now nothing is missing, we have luxury and diamonds

Living the life I always wanted
And always humble wherever I land
To all those fools, I leave them with scars
I have dead friends, but they bless me

The bitches look for cash
I have a couple of million ready in the mach
We don't steal anymore
Making money with music

They appear behind me, they already look like detectives
I prefer money, for the peak of all those fools
Doing trap, the only one who lives it
Don't talk to me like that, or I'll pull out the guns

And if tomorrow I fall in prison or I don't have to eat
I'll go out to look for it, I have to screw myself
Blessings to my crew, those who want to see me well
We're going up, every day another level

I like expensive things, I have a winning mind
I buy a pistol, it shoots alone
To all the envious ones, I pass them through the slums
I ride the motorcycle, high and always discreet

I walk alone, dressed in Polo
I walk with the crew and roll the blunts
We wear 40 gold chains
Eating that ass, for me it's a treasure

Wherever we go, we give it a cut
Any shit with those fools we get tangled up
We're doing well, dressed in Ferragamo
Hey, as we dreamed one day

And if tomorrow I fall in prison or I don't have to eat
I'll go out to look for it, I have to screw myself
Blessings to my crew, those who want to see me well
We're going up, every day another level

I like expensive things, I have a winning mind
I buy a pistol, it shoots alone
To all the envious ones, I pass them through the slums
I ride the motorcycle, high and always discreet

(Drink, to forget the sorrows)
(When she's with me, I put my chains on her)
(My friends in prison go to Serena)
(Moving the spins, stealing the scene)