Punta Cana

And it's his buddy Kevin
Bye

High-end, new rich, I'll explain it to you later
For Punta Cana or a private in Puerto Rico
I pull myself into madness wherever I go
I carry good support from the Deltas and the bosses

What's up, guys, what's up? Yeah, I also jump in
I arrive armed in an Audi RS 5
I go out for a spin in the Porsche GT3
They know the bad guys are around, they get scared when they see me

At Tomorrowland if I want to party
Or there, in Morocco, to go on vacation
I love money, you know?, I pick it up even in Dubai
My business is badass, I'm international

The Marina took down some of my jobs
And no mistakes, they took it away in a day
Here money is left over and I spend it in Turkey
I hit them from the line of a Tía

And, oh, she likes me being in the operation
She likes me moving cash
And she doesn't say anything, she just always enjoys it
She's the finest, but her friend is a whore

And I'm throwing little bills in the clubs
Just so I can give a little to the cats
My photos in the style of Comandante Ántrax
And also in the style of how to spend the money

Fuck it, massive, bottles on the floor
I eat the one I want, I never stay prickly
It's the weekend, come to Punta Cana
I bring a hit, that more than fuck it ends

The satellites to knock down signals
I party with the bosses and the team is to work
I'm going to Switzerland, to a mountain
In a private jet that the trick gave me

I bring the fang, in hot I pull more
I carry the little one to take care of Culiacán
The school I carry, no one will carry it
Here we are in school ready to act

She likes the baisas and smoking weed
I put on dembow and her butt bounces
She loves mine, also my money
The bad friends I have abroad

Pure fancy narco, princesses at the table
I bring the dust in case, in case she stresses me out
In European cars we go one after the other
One, two, three days, it's clear I haven't slept

I throw them and pure fuck I unleash
With the babies it's time to party hard
The Moet and Dom Pé' never come cheap
They pay me more when I lock them in the room

With a machine gun or submachine gun
Here in CLN they know I'm at full throttle
Pure badass guns, like the Iraqis
Talibans embedded with a missile dessert

Vest with plates, with CDS patch
Organized crime from the Sinaloan state
If you already know that I square everything
Hallucinogens too, I took a mushroom

I don't care if I live like a millionaire
I deliver the cheeses to your home, by plane
The AK-47s in the truck boxes
Pure civilian from the Marines, that's the truth

I burn some bongs loaded with kief
The chains peek out and one is a Van Cleef slave
Ice Box receives the diamonds in heat
Well, in cash I pay for the mess

Pure rich dead
Just like that, from RIOVAR
Once again he got on the production