Los Ricos No Trabajan

Yeah, what’s up, crazy people
Here’s another track for you
With the stolen beat
And Misa on the controls

Straight up Anaprayork
Killing it and controlling, folks

In less than a damn month
I made over half a million
And I spent two hundred grand
On designer clothes

I blew a hundred grand in one day
I prayed to the creator
And the rest I spent
Without a single shred of shame

Three fucking months ago
I was still walking on foot
Today I’m the first dude
To get my hood into Cartier

I took money down a peg
Like it damn well should be
And if I ever get it back
Believe me, I’ll do it again

Maybe next month
My account will be back to zero
'Cause saving money
Isn’t part of being a good rapper

Without any “buts”
I spent it all
'Cause I don’t give a damn
About that fucking money

Because of that bastard
Thousands dress in mourning
Disgusting megalomaniac
Wants my life as tribute

He made me a subordinate
A damn outcast
I worked ten hours a day
Just to have him by my side

I know people who died
For doing what they’re told
Others are on the streets
And some are serving time

That dude made me feel ashamed
Made my grandma suffer
Humiliated my family
Sent me to bed without dinner

And how he got my homies
And put them on their knees
He drained their lives
And didn’t even give them a dime for tortillas

After all the shit
He’s done to me since I was a kid
The last thing I can feel
For money is affection

My money takes care of me
I don’t take care of my money
Doesn’t matter if it’s a lot or a little
I know what comes first

I’m just starting to rise
Out of the trash
I won’t let bills
Make me a prisoner

If I have it, I spend it
If I don’t, oh well
They won’t condition
The dude who came from the hills

Before I save the cash
I choose to live like a dog
'Cause since I was young
I’ve been clear that money

Acts just like a damn
Manipulative bitch
That’ll trade you in for another
If she finds out you adore her

Don’t give all your time, brother
I say this from the heart
No one’s ever gotten out of poverty
By working more hours

Haha, what’s up, dogs
And get your shit together, folks
'Cause capitalism doesn’t reward
Excessive work fairly

Stop working like dogs
And start connecting
'Cause this fucked-up world
Isn’t run by
Powerful people
But by powerful groups

And the dude
Who doesn’t own his time
Doesn’t own absolutely anything

And if he’s gonna brag
About how much he fucking makes
He should also brag
About how much he fucking works

Fuck that, dog