AP (feat. Neo Pistea y Salastkbron)

(Wow)
(Awesome)

Now the bills come to me in bundles
When there wasn't a penny in my pocket
Now all this shit has become a job
It generates money after I record it

Business after business even if one fails
We start with another, it seems like I'm laundering the cash
Everything I use is a collaboration
I enter the store and pay for the clothes

I have the keys to make her come
She likes the diamonds on me
I love the street but she doesn't love me
That's why if I go out, I can't fall asleep

If I take a step, I take it firmly
I leave my mark before I leave
Only I can compete with myself

Watch out, you're gonna end up like Kennedy
I take the movie out of your DVD
I explode the FL
In one day I record like three CDs

With a couple of faces on top of the phone
You won't escape even with a DiDi
We're hitting the keys
Always stealthy when I'm out there

120 in the truck, I'm encapsulated
Like the respected mayor Morris
I have the pedals valued
The clothes I wear are not in the market

God protects me from envy
But still, I walk with a clear mind (ah)
I make them jump like Ysy
Before the party, they're lying down (hey)

That I smoke and I'm not lucid
That I drink and I'm not sober
I want all my chains rodeo-style
I want my share of this heritage

That I smoke and I'm not lucid
That I drink and I'm not sober
I want to smoke until sleep takes me

Colorful papers going up to Europe
And we melt them in Barcelona
Diego from Napoli
And all my people shoot like Maradona

Promise of the kid
Wanting to achieve everything he desires
That's why he goes out and fulfills
Here we've seen everything, nothing impresses us

With an eye
Of the one who betrays
I drip, the drip in person
In red, I bought other Jordans

Baby, if things are tough
Enemies always mention
Wavy, money in the wave
Mami, look at us now, an AP giving me the time

(Look at my drip)
(Look at how much flow)
(Tony)
(Tony)

I wear a cross on my chest
It doesn't rain on me anymore
What they're doing, I've already done
Hesitate, let me, I've done it

The fat guy has three facts
He puts you in the truck, fills it with ketchup
Quality kilos, look at the skill
Valid move, the original rope

A thousand ways to rhyme
And I buy other Jordans, baby
The bag on the balls is kief
Money in the wave, mami

The Arabian perfume
I shoot, and you're a corpse
There's nothing left to see
In a Toyota, I finally stop you

We turn you into meat, we make you swift
We turn you into meat, we make you the beef

You have so much missing to talk to me
Her ass in mesh looks like a reef
It looks like a puff
Light up a spliff

I lean back on that puff
I put the stuff in the puffco
She asks for it in the pussy
I throw it in the poop

Now the bills come to me in bundles
When there wasn't a penny in my pocket
Now all this shit has become a job
Everything generates money after I record it

Business after business even if one fails
We start with another, it seems like I'm laundering the cash
Everything I use is a collaboration
I enter the store and pay for the clothes

I have the keys to make her come
She likes the diamonds on me
I love the street but she doesn't love me
That's why if I go out, I can't fall asleep

If I take a step, I take it firmly
I leave my mark before I leave
Only I can compete with myself