Cream (feat. Homer El Mero Mero)

We didn't have money, man, we had problems
We wanted a car to take the girls for a ride
Show off our chains and take them to Faena
But it was always one step forward, two steps back

So we got smart and started selling the merchandise
All day long, cold-blooded, to make mama smile, babe
Everyone is watching my plan
I walk downtown with my baby in a can-can
For the bread, with my clan, the titan accelerates

Number one? They're nothing, they don't last a round
By the coast, don't mess with us, this is cosa nostra
The bitch twists at all costs and baby caipiroshka
My attitude without similarity, what are you gonna do?
Smoking the rucucú not the shit you smoke
All my clique with fried minds go look for the money
I'm gonna make you rich, baby

I look up to the sky and thank my people
With the same old crew being the same old crew
With money on the mind and a brave heart
I'm the survivor if things get hot

God, damn, I put on my Nikes to go get my hundred
I'm rising up, but you don't see me
Mami, come to the neighborhood, let's have a good time
The cream of the crop, look, friend

God, damn, I put on my Nikes to go get my hundred
I'm rising up, but you don't see me
Mami, come to the neighborhood, let's have a good time
The cream of the crop, look, friend, God, damn

I take the Sun of Palermo, the vice is breaking
I value my moment, but I don't forget the beginning
Moving in San Martín with Piñón or with Fabricio
And now I only hire skilled cultivators

There's a prosecutor who wants the prize for taking me to court
And I left the caravan for the exercise
I don't count the bills, I just caress them
And I never close a deal if I don't have benefits

Maybe I'm made in the underworld environment
That I only hang out with thugs and bandits
The police could never find a way
To put me inside, I keep knocking on wood

The wind appeared after so much misfortune
And the lawyer only calls to collect
You don't stand up if you don't know how to fight
And then you cry to the hat and ask for help

God, damn, I put on my Nikes to go get my hundred
I'm rising up, but you don't see me
Mami, come to the neighborhood, let's have a good time
The cream of the crop, look, friend

God, damn, I put on my Nikes to go get my hundred
I'm rising up, but you don't see me
Mami, come to the neighborhood, let's have a good time
The cream of the crop, look, friend, God, damn