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I don’t see faces, just see the cash
A fox with more grip than brand new tires
Rotten brains, fish in the Seine
And the hood reflected in a link of my chain

Concise like a goodbye, like a warning
That’s what happens when you’re the one stirring the pot
Pizzas of four seasons at the 4 Seasons
I’m buying the whole block, floor by floor

My cousin guards the kilos like they’re babies
I paint those pictures you see, even if you don’t see them
I smoke and take mental trips to Bora
While I keep my heart empty in the canner

My shit is international, it’s an ambassador
There’s always stock even in the low hours
I tell ruins, the doctor gives me pills
And my problems stack up like kilos on bikes

My girl’s bad, mixing Cartier with Prada
Buys Louis Vuitton with flaws, smokes expensive shit
She likes to ride me and look me in the eye
Empress attitude, Zara employee

Black Mamba, the girls dance when there’s samba
The fool only worries when he falls for the trap
Shuttles, packages from Granada to Holland
Twisted lives, swallowing blood like a tampon

I see myself from the outside, bro I’m falling
I’m burning, not being Caló or a payo
It’s 500 for the plate, here there are no feelings
And there’s no time, I tell the truth even when I lie

I’m disgusted by reality and I take refuge in the hood
It’s still the 90s, YouTube doesn’t exist here
Cali Wood, sometimes I think I live in a loop
I’ve already hit all those hoes

And I’ve already blown up all those clubs
They’re spinning knobs that I’ve already spun
While her hoe makes me Nesquik, her name’s Yaniré
I like that she’s a little off like Cardi B

And that she smokes good stuff and knows how to dance the razor
I’m a player but without Tony
Iconic, mixing royalties with G Money
I keep it family for life, there’s no bitch homie here
If you turn around, they’ll do you quick like Rich Homie