Hot Box (remix) (feat. C.R.O y Big Soto)

Auh (Ro-Ro-Rodri Molina put it in China)
Uh

I don't trust anyone because I'm sincere
Runnin' to the check, I want it with six zeros
Running illegal with the 2.0 (prr)
God forgives me if things get heated
I have at home the ass that I want
No threats, we look for you first
I learned to dance with all the salsa dancers
I go to death for my companions

This is not music, ah-ah
With my face covered and my eyes colored
The money is clean, everything of mine is earned
With flow, without shame, now I don't serve time
I take care of others' envy
One line and I skip dinner
Invoicing on the low, I only came to kill the flow
Invoicing in all the shows, everyone is looking for value (money)

Oh-oh, invoicing on the low (ah)
Oh-oh, today I thank God
Oh-oh-oh, for the life I got
I got (bandit)

Invoicing on the low
Until one looking for the dough
New bills, she puts on a show
Down to 200, I'm on the road
No feelings for a ho
The smoke rises like a hot box
Night falls and the engine sounds
When I step on the accelerator
With that bad girl I go on tour

Patron of evil, we shoot a video and make it go viral, uh
Flying low, I move away from the radar
And if the ugly ones add up, they won't catch me
The tigers on my back won't bend
The street is lit, we're not valveing
In broad daylight I give it like an animal
And at night I go out in a spaceship
Respect has to be earned here
If we talk about pressure, you won't handle it (bitchie)
If we talk about prison, they won't lock me up
If we talk about rats, I'm the orangutan
Here in the jungle you have to hustle
We walk barefoot, now it's our turn to crown
Now they're stages, I already have an account in the bank
Now it's the girls themselves who want to get on (money)

With the bag full and riding in a Phantom, that's how I want to be
We worked hard, no matter how much (work) I have to hustle
I don't stop looking for myself (nah), they have to kill me
But my mandriles watch my back and they'll take your hand out because there's loyalty

Invoicing on the low
Until one looking for the dough
New bills, she puts on a show
Down to 200, I'm on the road
No feelings for a ho
The smoke rises like a hot box
Night falls and the engine sounds
When I step on the accelerator
With that bad girl I go on tour

Here I have money, move that ass
I hustle with my people
Good for the good, for the bad, damn
I came out of the slum
Where you grow up listening to shots and trouble
Nowadays I live better, I feel better, I look better
Now I see my face on TV
Splitting asses while I smoke a blunt, yah
I light one up, the smoke rises like a hot box
I want more money, I won't settle for a million

Ah-ah-Now they call me the animal, devouring vaginas like a cannibal
This is a position, it's just that we're not bored of the blade
Walking with babies who have snow in their pockets, that's not even Christmas
Mouth asleep with my salami in her mouth, doing cardio without needing to trot

Invoicing on the low
Until one looking for the dough
New bills, she puts on a show
Down to 200, I'm on the road
No feelings for a ho
The smoke rises like a hot box
Night falls and the engine sounds
When I step on the accelerator
With that bad girl I go on tour
Until one looking for the dough
New bills, she puts on a show
Down to 200, I'm on the road
No feelings for a ho
The smoke rises like a hot box
Night falls and the engine sounds
When I step on the accelerator
With that bad girl I go on tour

Rodri Molina, this is abuse (Mesa, Soto)
It was in China that he put it (C.R.O)