Gaste 100 (feat. Jon Z y Lalo Ebratt)

Jon Z, man (way too high)
(Spent 100 grand, spent 100 grand)
I'm always
In the clouds, always high like a jet, jet, jet, yeah-eh
And in the sports car always in sport mode
In bed, there's no remedy (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

Spent 100, spent 100 grand-grand
Spent 100, spent 100 grand
Spent 100, spent 100 grand
Spent 100

I'm gonna give it to you non-stop, baby, not even God can save you
I live in the clouds, you live on earth, still gonna make you wet
Hot kitty, let me tell you in bed I focus like an Adderall
You look good, but you act bad

The molly makes me fearless, your body is epic
In bed, a success, oh, yeah
I got it right when I put it in, we mix weed and Rosé
And I left your sneakers, forget the nonsense, yeah
She fell in love, it was the flow and the cash
She likes it when I give her fire
Baby, we do it and she doesn't shut up
She wants to do it in bed on top of the 100s, eh

Spent 100, spent 100
Spent 100 grand, spent 100 grand
Spent 100, spent 100
Spent 100 grand (yeah, yeah, Jon Z, man, yeah)

Spent 100 grand, oh shit, what the fuck?
A couple grams of tussi, pounds of weed and five Glocks
A couple chicks in Medellin, Alejo, my buddy in Metrallo
On a farm, party-party, until the rooster crows

She goes with me, doesn't think twice
She escapes from her friends, wakes up with me
Then she leaves, like a ghost she disappears
Surely I won't see her for a couple of months

Tell me, I spent 100 grand and a little more
On tussi, on weed, and on a couple of sheets
Lots of alcohol, damn, baby, I can't walk
Give me a break, the stamina is back

Tonight we're gonna drink
Get crazy smoking puree
You're not easy, I know
Baby, this is easy, don't let her fall

Spent 100 (Jon Z, man), spent 100 grand (Jose Feliciano in the house, you know)
Spent 100, spent 100 grand (go, the damn police of the flow, baby)
Spent 100, spent 100 grand (L-A-L-O, yeah)
Spent 100, spent 100 grand (yeah, Toploud)

Duran The Coach
Colombia, P. R, Argentina
C.R. or
On fire, haha
We're on another level, baby
You're bronze p. 7
L-A-L-O, yeah-eh
Damn police of the flow, bae, peek up