San Pedro

I pull chicks to San Carlos
All climbing on a yacht
I don't lack the cough, it's not over
And I have what you lack, me—
I go out with whores, that's how I am
I live like a magnate, mommy
They watch us go by in pure Cheyenne
Armored to withstand (Eah)

Rockstar flow with a Versace belt
Some blunts, booze, and a hit
I'm real no matter what happens
I live my life, I live it crazy
To activate myself, a rococo of bonbon or coconut
I only inhale quality, the movie is green
We wear Balenciaga, we drink Lady Gaga
If I take her out, I use her
The weapons are real

Rich or Dead
(Rich or Dead)
Tumbado corridos with Los Santos
(Tumbado corridos with Los Santos)
My copilot carries one, my personalized Draco
With a double charger, stocked and taped
So they can try it, fresh waters what they have tried
From the mind is not the thing, if the mess we have already made
Pull to San Pedro if the thing is going long
Here I have a buddy with Fiji and a pink bag
We drive the cars, caravans like Forza
Bottles with pills make the mind blurry
If it comes out to take care of the mountains, you have to walk in camouflage
When I'm resting for a smoke in The Wild
He will learn to lose the fear of life, I'm already here
With luxuries and things I thought I wouldn't achieve
Now it's time to laugh, because everything has changed for me
To the one they called a freeloader, he bought another Rolex
In a patrol car I ride along with the commander
My Browni' in the window of the Lambo Performante

Rockstar flow with a Versace belt
Some blunts, booze, and a hit
I'm real no matter what happens
I live my life and I live it crazy
Rockstar flow with a Versace belt
Some blunts, booze, and a hit
I'm real no matter what happens
I live my life, I live it crazy