Betty (feat. SHB y Hydro)

SHB
MoneyWayy

Everyone's ready, masks on, things got ugly, Betty
Jum, I send it to the helmet, look I made spaghetti
Quiet, surprise submarine without confetti
There's a lot of fake, I stay real like Betis for you

If they want to see me, tell them it won't be for free, Jetty
Cold on all sides, I stand on the corner, Yeti and Mackie
Smoking maqui, she gives me that WAP, no fetty, Natti
Touch my people, I go criminal, lunatic

Criminal and for free
RD with Vladi and Tati
Enlightened, not Illuminati
Twenty thousand just for the ad-libs

Combined fifteen glass Huarache
Hot pencil like hibachi
Bo-Bottega, this is not Versace, yeah
Everyone's ready, masks on, things got ugly, Freddy
Freddy and Phantom, it all started in Ocean Park, McLeary Street
Ask in Huma, I'm like Elvis Presley in Memphis

German car, but the closet is Italian, Andrea Bocelli (Gucci)
Mario Balotelli, Fashion Week, Paris, Dom Péri
I'm always after the cheese, now they call me Jerry
Don't sleep with the black gangster, Burbu Glery
No face, no case, no telling, like Meli, hey

Yeah

I feel like Jordan in the playoffs, yeah
Mom said: All the hard work gonna pay off (mom), yeah
And one thing all my haters have in common, yeah (damn!)
Is that they all make less money than me
Shh, shut the fuck up, I'm the top-top
I come out everywhere like a pop-up

Become a black opp, I come with back up and it's all squared, yeah
Nigga, like a flap top, I take you to hell without making a pact
I have the ball, I dominate the black top
The favorite of all the bosses

There are a couple of demagogues, they throw at me, they have too much, but
In the street we know that you're a coward, yeah
They don't hit alone, three of them get together to hit a track, hey
They hate me, but their babies love my songs

Kill this track, we light a candle
I'm with a shorty, she has a Panamera ass
Smoking the mela, pass the candle
Make the block jump, nigga, like Coachella

I have the seasoning, grandma's beans
I'm with dogs, Cruella
Trappin' I'm like a toothache
Two Pateks on the jet, my time flies

My father thought I was crazy, asylum crazy
Until I put a hundred thousand in the account and told him: My crazy, now live peacefully
He pushed me back and asked how he feels? and confused he says: What?
How does it feel to be the father of a millionaire? (Mule!)

He says: Eladio, I don't assimilate it
I have friends who never call, now they call me to greet their children
He worries about me and I tell him: Relax, I take care of myself
The MP5 goes tu-tu like Camilo, hey