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Eladio Carrión, being a bastard!

What the hell do you want now?
Rollie bust down, nigga, I can't wait
I'm in my own world every day, don't bother me
Money is time, but I charge you a couple of hours

When I wash clothes, I don't check the pockets, I always find a couple of thousands in the dryer
In the private jet, I'm counting so much money, I think I need a calculator
On the jet ski at two hundred, I don't fail, look how I have them riding the wave
She ventures like Dora, explores them in the backpack, code and cream soda

All the Phillies have hash, look at the cherry, see the donut
In Barcelona, crowning with Benny, with Morad
Tell them this is Sauce Boyz, nigga, this is not a trend
In the Backwood, wedding cake without the wedding

I have knots the size of baby Yoda
I have a sniper like Kodak
I smoke so much that my grinder is a blender
She with the trap is like Kobe with the ball

Tell me what the hell do you want now
What the hell do you want now?
These bastards lay so many eggs that I'm going to give them an incubator

What the hell do you want now?
Rollie bust down, nigga, I can't wait
I'm in my own world every day, don't bother me
Money is time, but I charge you a couple of hours

In the fanny pack I have a gun, my card, a zeta, a couple of pills, and the hot kong
They want to see me down, but this is going to be long, so step back and get the popcorn
All my people get involved wherever we are, we kill each other like New York and Boston
Every time Popi comes down from the farm, there are two hundred L in the Yukon trunk

I'm ahead as if I asked for the shotgun
I'm stuck like the rice with concon
Every time I step on the plate, home run
I'm with the band like someone playing the trombone

They don't look for blood, they like the meat well done
Big Glock makes a big bang like Sheldon
If we had beef, there will never be forgiveness
I played dumb, but I knew I had the gift

Tell me what the hell do you want now
What the hell do you want now?
If you were riding them a couple of years ago
But don't talk to me about before, talk to me about now

What the hell do you want now?
Rollie bust down, nigga, I can't wait
I'm in my own world every day, don't bother me
Money is time, but I charge you a couple of hours

Tell me, what the hell do you want now?
Rollie bust down, nigga, I can't wait
I'm in my own world every day, don't bother me
Money is time, but I charge you a couple of hours