Jóvenes Millonarios (feat. Myke Towers)

My first Cuban was thanks to the grass
A lot of marijuana goes through customs
They want to see my face on the front page
They wanted to see me fall, they were left wanting more

I just want the booty, she wants ohana
I want threesomes in Copacabana
She touches herself while her friend sucks it
I caught some panties, they're Dolce & Gabbana

I have brothers, I don't have buddies
They say they're bros, but the way they move, they look like sisters
They're not snitches
It's true they're bigger than that, to me they're frogs

I don't want fame, I just want a check because if I have to leave tomorrow
That my mom can buy a new car every weekend

Joking, joking, counting in the band
I'm multiplying, tempting women
The cops watching, the snitches talking
I have a couple of haters, they keep throwing

They have tickets, but when will they have the talent?
If they knew I'm just warming up
I keep making money, you're commenting
I'm living what you're dreaming of

Yeah, I have a couple of shooters by my side, a couple of hitmen
People who die, kill for me, I have several
But I don't send them, only if necessary
Young entrepreneurs, young millionaires (money!)

I have a couple of shooters by my side, a couple of hitmen (pew, pew)
People who die, kill for me, I have several
But I don't send them, only if necessary
Young entrepreneurs, young millionaires

If there's a problem, the pack arrives
They ask me, but I don't say anything
I live life as if the world were ending, I don't know if tomorrow will come
I always give money to the teco' in the case, they go crazy when I arrive

If I have to, you'll dance lambada, and it's not because of the music, but because of the bullets
I have people who kill for me, also people for whom I'd give my life
If I release a couple of stacks of thousands, I bet all yours will turn on you

I look them in the face and I see the envy
My God, may they never fall off the path
I always keep it gangster, mine even send it by mail (hey!)

Young millionaire, grandma and mom lack nothing
Now all the top models want me
None will make me fall in love, hey
The whole orchestra with the drum combs, yes
I send the forwards, they score goals
Young Kingz, baby

Yeah, I have a couple of shooters by my side, a couple of hitmen
People who die, kill for me, I have several
But I don't send them, only if necessary
Young entrepreneurs, young millionaires

I have a couple of shooters by my side, a couple of hitmen
People who die, kill for me, I have several
But I don't send them, only if necessary
Young entrepreneurs, young millionaires