El Pesudo

I got cash to throw down
I got cash to throw up
And even if I dress in a blanket and sandals
You can't finish my cash even in tortillas

I have few friends in the world
And I always cut off the interested friend
If they pull, I pull and if not, we stop there
Better alone than in bad company

I don't show off in suit and tie
Like the ones from the new wave show off
You walk all dolled up, hair done and ironed
But in your pocket, you don't even have enough for a soda

They call me lazy because I'm everywhere
Because in the streets they see me from side to side
Why work if I don't need to
I have mules that plow the field

I got cash to throw down
I got cash to throw up
And even if I dress in a blanket and sandals
You can't finish my cash even in tortillas