Liberace (Remix) (feat. Fat Joe, Arcangél, Ñengo Flow y De La Ghetto)
Farruko
Liberace (Remix) (feat. Fat Joe, Arcangel, Ñengo Flow and De La Ghetto)
I wake up in the morning inside a capsule
(Maybach Music) (Welcome to the Remix)
Half an ounce we roll inside a lubridor
(Real Until Death)
The gun on the table
We win 100 pieces
(Carbon Fiber Music listen motherfucker)
You calling and your girl nagging because she's at home giving me head
(Ez made the beat)
You don't shine like I shine
You don't make money like I do
Don't be like us
That's why you're envious
Here we front like it is (Farru)
We have everything, can't you see?
We're shining as it is
Expensive from head to toe
We're tough, ask around if you don't believe me
I just got 2 asses and some titties, step your bitches up
Moving through the city in the pent knocking
Christopher Break talking and I’m way sauce
Big screening that Knicks game
Ol’ there with the go girl
All the juice is pristine
Niggas know you gotta a win when they see you in that civil suit
Everything she wanted ’em
I got it anywhere Ha
That pussy is straight aguain got no sick
I’ve been fuc*** for four hours and
I ain’t got no sid (Farru)
We have everything, can't you see?
We're shining as it is
Expensive from head to toe
We're tough, ask around if you don't believe me
(Austin baby)
Giuseppe belt, Giuseppe shoes, also a little Fendi
I have plenty of Prada and Balenciaga, I hardly wear Versace
What I smoke is expensive
I'm always dizzy like a zombie
I have a couple of socks and boxers that are worth more than your van
Look at my watch, bastard
I know that impresses you
My watch only shines
I don't have it to see the time
I also have Cartier
Very rare, hard to see
And since what I touch is gold
That color matches my skin
I've been shining for a couple of years
I know you knew that
I've been killing the league for a while
You knew that too
I don't want ass-kissers by my side
I don't go with hypocrisy
You saw me, I'm Christopher Columbus, The Niña, The Pinta, and The Santa Maria
I have all the songs and all the toys
The Rolex, the Lambo are from the 24/2017 package
I'm in that machine
Giuseppe belt, Giuseppe shoes
A couple of diamonds, cost 5-7
We arrive at the club, and we throw bills
What he earns in a year, I pay in cash
I crown myself, I have it all
Look at me bastards, don't you see
That I'm expensive from head to toe
I did it for myself
And the cover was the one who found me
Say what you want, tell what you want
I'm flying, 1 million mansion, a damn good boat
And in break I have a penthouse
Don't measure yourself against me, I'm on another level
I kept the trap door, I killed them unintentionally
Spending money
Short princesses shining on my neck
Fronting ass
And all those asses are old news to me
Bastards, I don't understand
Why they still measure themselves
It's 1,700 The ounce of Cali that I always light up
I always combine the Plati with the diamond Jurasi
I never turn around, always real and loyal to mine
We make you disappear
And in 3 days you're forgotten
You from Berrio because a long time ago I moved on from mine
They have to admit if they want to learn how it is
To front how it is
To dress how it is
(Farru)
We have everything, can't you see?
We're shining as it is
Expensive from head to toe
We're tough, ask around if you don't believe me
The bill is going up, businesses appearing
The toughest company
I own the percentages and my napkin
Dependent and still in the fight
Making real money, things are not like before
The Liberace, for all my whores, for you Versace
For each one they want to fuck when I pass in the banshee
My only music
My voice is unique
With my mind set on serious things
Ready for money, ready for my empire
All the powers
We spread the virus through the networks
That makes women horny
You can't imitate me
They start inventing and they all die
Real G son of a bitch, I've already surpassed the levels
(I'm going to shit on the devil's mother)
Illuminati, Versace
I break your bitch's ass, like Liberace
Versace ring, Versace belt
A pact with the devil for cachy
I'll light the stick in your face
And you're going to scream like a Ducati
And if they don't kill me in five years
I'm going to buy a Bugatti 100. 10
In 30 minutes I collect what you make in a month
Tips of five uzis and bullets of glope
I sold millions in 2003, 8 ounces of lean I bought
And I messed up the pre, and I moved and crowned 100 kilos
I sold them in New York and Miami
After I called the kon in RD
Ez made the beat (Farru)
We have everything, can't you see?
We're shining as it is
Expensive from head to toe
We're tough, ask around if you don't believe me
TrapXFicante
Real Until Death
Ez
Anuel
Carbon Fiber Music listen motherfucker
Farru
Welcome to the Remix