ABC (feat. Quevedo)

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ABC (feat. Quevedo)

If it were up to me, we’d take off tomorrow
If it were a crime, I’d get thirty years
If it’s for love, we can kill each other
Basic white tee, my logo’s all blinged out
We walk hand in hand through the hotel lobby
I’ve never felt this expensive
We look back and toast
To all that we were, we take a shot (yeah)
We celebrate Christmas in New York
The dealers speak in Spanish
We live on tour, the bag’s patent leather
And the infinity pool faces the sunset (yeah)
We made ice from the water we had
Up to our necks and you don’t even know how
I’m with Quevedo, wearing monochrome bling
Swapping chains like trading cards

I’ve got a hole in my chest, understand me
A bag of cash and my eyes fixed on the ceiling of an Airbnb
I’ve got a hole in the center of my chest, it’s not visible
Money in A and money in B, that shit is the ABC

Another day I’m on top and when it’s over I’m alone
And I get lit at the Apollo, then I sleep and remember everything
They offered me my first kilo, but you know how we are
And I’m still dissociated on the flight, still dissociated at the gig
Another day I’m on top and when it’s over I’m alone
Either we go back to the cedar, or we fill the bullring
And they offered me my first kilo, and I took it in the last tone
And I’m still dissociated on the flight

And I’m still dissociated on the private jet in a stolen tracksuit (yeah)
Supporting the local business (yeah)
Mine’s in my pocket, the American fist (ha)
None of us wear mouthguards
We pop the Brugal, toasting at the club (ey)
For those who left and aren’t here
I trust no one, this is a closed circle
Like Sarria, I’m with my crew
Too much color and I never catch the sun (never)
Money and I have a magnet
I don’t stop on the corner even if I have two phones (two)
Bbo’s in the van
I call it a stadium, I don’t call it a gig (ha)
And when I finish it’s five hundred more
I say five hundred when it’s 500 (money)
A&Rs on their knees and I’m on the island in a towel
Solve my life knowing it’s a scam
But that medal better shine (shine it)
Quevedo’s all my company
As if a distro would be in your company
They get two percent of what I make in royalties
Wow, what a rip-off
I feel powerful, the one who got everyone dancing reggaeton
The crew racks up and no intruder gets in
All that’s a lie, bro, change your story
These fools want to know everything
Dissociated on the flight, dissociated on the throne
That phase is over, I’m an icon
I’m tired of playing alone

Another day I’m on top
And when it’s over I’m alone (no, no)
And I get lit at the Apollo
And I lay down and remember everything
And they offered me my first kilo
But I don’t make deals with pigeons (no)
I’m still dissociated on the flight (ha)
And I’m still dissociated at the gig

Another day I’m on top
And when it’s over I’m alone
And I get lit at the Apollo
And I lay down and remember everything
And they offered me my first kilo
And I took it in the last tone
And I’m still dissociated on the flight
And I’m still dissociated at the gig

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