Bien Locos (part. Dan Sanchez y Big Soto)

My backpack's stuffed with cash
Today we got stacks, the models are lining up
Washed coke, weed from the block
Presidential Rolex, it dazzles when you see it

It's been a while since we broke the bank
They see us flexing with a 4-7
Cruising in the RTs with girls and good vibes
Wherever we go, we look like presidents

We roll with tinted windows in a caravan
Cuban chain shining, cost me a pretty penny, money and fame
Mexican blood, your girl wants me to take her to bed
I'm decked out in Cortes or Moncler
When I roll down to Sonora, the bosses will see me

If I'm in La Silla, I love to race the Hellcat
If I'm in DF, the party's gonna light up
A San Judas shines on my chest
With deals and friendships, I like to keep it real

My actions are marked by facts
I earned this all, nothing fell from the sky

And we’re going crazy
I don’t even notice the bad vibes
The truck with girls and coke
The crew with a flashy style
Mafia flow

And we’re going crazy
I don’t even notice the bad vibes
The truck with girls and coke
The crew with a flashy style
Mafia flow

Yeah, gang flow and I’m not from the Italian mafia
She wants me to take her to little Venice
She knows I got a couple bucks in the lake already
She wants to kiss my dick, a white girl from Spain

I’m not feeling hot anymore, with all this ice
I was in Barcelona and caught a flight to Mexico
Smoking a Cali blunt that tastes like caramel
Millionaire new flow in Lola Melo

No mistakes, where I aim, I shoot
The ugly side of the hood, I roll with all the hot girls
In the club, going wild for the tusi and washed
I’ll dedicate a ballad, don’t come with the drama

I’m with Dan and Eme
All these girls want me to give it to them
They want MDMA and for me to pour Don Peri on their tits
Let’s take them to the field so they can get naked in life

And we’re going crazy
I don’t even notice the bad vibes
The truck with girls and coke
The crew with a flashy style
Mafia flow

A damn caravan of about 20 Suburbans
All the windows tinted, armored like a tomb
You can just hear the buzz, the tundra’s rolling smooth
The codes are in green, we’re ready to party

The truck’s full of girls, the key’s in the cap
Two civil guys, just in case we get into trouble
40 behind me, looks like I’m carrying a stick
Turn off the cell phone, and if there’s something, erase it

Shut down all of Polanco, I’m with the white-collar crew
When we hit the club, it feels like a heist
They say look, here comes Eme, they know I’m about to roll
All tatted up, the kid’s got the rating

The night is set
For craziness and to throw down
The girls, the crew
Two patrols are clearing the way

Two Rs cut through
You can hear the sirens
All you hear is the sound of punches

And we’re going crazy
I don’t even notice the bad vibes
The truck with girls and coke
The crew with a flashy style
Mafia flow

And we’re going crazy
I don’t even notice the bad vibes
The truck with girls and coke
The crew with a flashy style
Mafia flow