Como Messi

Uoh, uoh
Money, money, mo'
Even if it covers us up to our neck
Yah

If every time I promise myself something I fulfilled
I would practically have everything I wanted
But I'm a candle that burns consuming itself
Until only the wax remains and I don't know anymore
I know, this fleeting life claims to be
On the other side, the devil wants to screw us
For now, I keep breathing, talking about
My fears, I'm the rope I want to break
Night falls, tomorrow another sunrise
Another day full of empty people who go out to run
Then go to work, to have something to eat
This conditioned life wherever you're born
And return to the womb of that woman, start from scratch
I would have new mistakes that would make me go back
You learn until old age, and you keep falling
Until you can't get up anymore, the ground eats you
Let's see, I know how hard it is to have no money
That's why I want to see a lot for mine
Money, money, mo'
Even if it covers us up to our neck
Everything the musician keeps, not the label
Those sharks want pieces of flesh
Let them come to my house
Take the lyrics out of my head
We're rapping seriously, I run on the terrace
Let's see who handles it, the fat

Let's see, I know how hard it is to have no money (yo')
Yo', yo'

Let's see, I know how hard it is to have no money
That's why I want to see a lot for mine
Money, money, mo'
Even if it covers us up to our neck
Everything the musician keeps, not the label
Let's see, I know how hard it is to have no money
That's why I want to see a lot for mine
Money, money, mo'
Even if it covers us up to our neck
Everything the musician keeps, not the label

One checka, check out the mask, motherfucker
I'm throwing bars while you suck me off
On your neck, your manager asks us
Where to sign to pay us the fines
Doll skin, demon soul
She wants more tits and runs from marriage
She doesn't know how to act as she should
Because she owns her pussy
Ah, happy birthday, Miss Barbie
I'm going to the party because I feel like a boss
With the Dualy making maxis
In this beehive city full of taxis, fuck this
I go down to grab cans at the Paki
Serious and quiet because talking isn't free
You end up paying or working at the Gadis
I'm going to be my boss, I want a flat and two parking spaces

I come down from the cloud when the end of the month arrives
And I have to haggle the debts like Messi
I come down from the cloud when the end of the month arrives
And I have to haggle the debts like Messi
I come down from the cloud when the end of the month arrives
And I have to haggle the debts like Messi
I come down from the cloud when the end of the month arrives
And I have to haggle the debts like Messi

Yo'
Dualy
It tells you clearly on La Séptima, wah

Let's see, I know how hard it is to have no money
That's why I want to see a lot for mine
Money, money, mo'
Even if it covers us up to our neck
Everything the musician keeps, not the label
Let's see, I know how hard it is to have no money
That's why I want to see a lot for mine
Money, money, mo'
Even if it covers us up to our neck
Everything the musician keeps, not the label