Peso a Peso (feat. Ñengo Flow)
Eladio Carrion
Pound by Pound (feat. Ñengo Flow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
From pound to pound I reach a hundred
And from a hundred to a hundred we reach a thousand
And from a thousand to a thousand we reach a million
Like Ñejo, this is tough
Yeah, from pound to pound I reach a hundred
And from a hundred to a hundred we reach a thousand
And from a thousand to a thousand we reach a million
From a dollar to a million
God willing one day I see a billion
We ain't goin' broke, my hundreds they right to the ceilin'
I'm blowin' peso on those, met the bitch in Puerto Rico
She gon' suck up with her eyes closed
Tip her bitch a lil' bankroll
What's up?
Bring that pussy, let's go
She so bad I just might eat her jet like Chick-fil-A
Pull up with a mami chula
Rich bitch but no cougar
I took your bitch, you loser
I'm cooler than a cooler
Migo, Huncho, I speak facts
No cap, no sombrero
All cash turn a ten into blue dinero
Hit a lick in a trap, got the block on fuego
Naked wrist on cold
Drop a four all in the faygo
She keep sayin', Quavo
Told that bitch, Get off my eggs
And she still drinkin', drank a bottle of extra Neo
We in San Juan for a whole month, that's Puerto Rico
I just ran out of work, I need a kilo
From pound to pound I reach a hundred
And from a hundred to a hundred we reach a thousand
And from a thousand to a thousand we reach a million
Like Ñejo, this is tough
Yeah, from pound to pound I reach a hundred
And from a hundred to a hundred we reach a thousand
And from a thousand to a thousand we reach a million
From little by little, I have a couple of zeros
I don't give up, I need to make this money (Mule!)
Let's go up, don't believe me?, then look at the scoreboard
Tell me, Russo, I'm shining thanks to my jeweler
Woh-oh, the favorite of the holos, but, woh
Bag of grass like a gardener, woh-oh (Cookie)
He talks a lot, but he won't do it, no
He won't do it, no
This is pound by pound, thousand by thousand
Looking for money, I can't even sleep
I raised the price, raised the ki
Josear, my way of living
From a hundred to a hundred we reach a thousand (Real G4 Life), the pack has a refill
We reach a million, all that's left for me to say is thank you
For not leaving me alone in the distance
Now everything I throw we turn into profit
With a mami smoking through France
Whose panties drop when she smells my fragrance
Owner of the substances that burn, we keep duplicating
From pound to a hundred, now the thousands are dropping
To get there we had to struggle
And walk barefoot through the middle of hell
Thanks to the blessings I'm still surviving
Eladio, I set the route, I crowned and they're dying of envy
From pound to pound I reach a hundred
And from a hundred to a hundred we reach a thousand
And from a thousand to a thousand we reach a million
Like Ñejo, this is tough
Yeah, from pound to pound I reach a hundred
And from a hundred to a hundred we reach a thousand
And from a thousand to a thousand we reach a million