Me Gusta Mi Vida

A Maserati to go cruising
With red soles, the snout very thug
With thick stacks, they see him spending
Only expensive brands, completely amazed
Super tight, they see him lying down
Versace shirt, handbag
By the boardwalk, they see him zooming
Windows down, I'm dreaming like crazy
Compa Ramito is coming
The pixelated Jeep looks badass
Compa Karim also cruising
In an orange corvette, keeping up
If it's for the route, we're ready
We paint ourselves well camouflaged
Long, medium, or short guns
I don't care, I'm good at shooting
Mouths quiet, I keep moving forward
I'm still the kid who came from the neighborhood
And with the clique, I earned support
I'm the boss, no one is ordering me (no one is ordering me)
Another fine dude nicknamed Picazzo
City of winds where we started
Louis Vuitton brand, the one I like, the one we use
Carrying a good line, you'll see him on top
Compa JP, bro, I send you a big greeting
If he says it's tasty, he's got a girl by his side
Fake enemies who came from behind
Christ takes care of them, be careful (be careful)
If they see me buying a lot of Prada
Spending money because we're on top
Hublot watch on my wrist
Looking very flashy, well diamond-studded
And I perfume myself if I'm going somewhere
Carolina Herrera, I bring a good scent
I get in the Lambo or the R8
Also, Equis 3, they know I have everything
In a private jet, they see me arriving
Dubai is my home, they know we're here
I have mansions, hotels, and houses
A tiger in my bed, watching over me
They see me laughing, enjoying myself
I have money to spare, well connected
I'm driving and I remember the past
I didn't have before, when we struggled
My mother cried, how I miss her today
Now I defend myself well, I've taken care of myself
I have more than enough money, we're doing great (we're doing great)
A Glock in hand, we have a blast on the stake
Tight vest, we carry grenades
We're a lot of people who started in the business
And if there are problems, we swarm like ants
A Beretta guarding my back
Well bathed in gold, spitting bullets
7 armored ones guard my forehead
Here comes the boss, we have to count the greens
I'm a kid, you can't even imagine
The life I lead, a life of envy
Jr. 7 also, no need to say, he pulls when it's hot
When I'm told
I dress well, a Rolex shining too
I like the style, I like my life
I like my life