Plata Ta Tá (feat. Guaynaa)

El Guaynabichy
Mon Laferte

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh
Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh
Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh
Money-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh
Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh (cashing, cashing)
Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh (hey)
Money-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta

The usual ones want money
They have their asses full of rats
The cowardly daddies
This cat eats them with lemon

I have the cumbión, I have heat
And I twerk even in the middle of garbage
We are a lot, more than the cops
We are tougher, we fight without a guanaco

Take out the cloth, come cautiously
That way your brain unfreezes
The pot, take it out grandma
Let's eat rice and beans

Let it hmm, mmm
Record with the phone, phone, phone
Go with the reggaeton (reggaeton)
The usual ones want money, pom-pom-pom

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh
Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh
Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh
Money-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta

Like gum, money stretches
It's torture, as Shakira said
With money or without money
In the end, I always do what I want (whatever)

This generation has the revolution
With the cell phone, it has more power than Donald Trump
From Ecatepec to New York
Everyone wants to give to the flow

Even if we stay lame
Even if they tear out our eyes (however)
I got into reggaeton and I move your ass
To send you the message again (so you understand)

Hey, money-tá
Piñata-ta-tá
Hey, we're not afraid
We're not afraid, no

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh (why?)
Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh (if you took it from me)
Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh (hold on)
Money-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta (hey, hey)

In the name of my grandparents, little angels watching from heaven
Guaynabichy, but with feet on the ground
The fish dies by the mouth and money on the hook
After today, we won't have a single hair left, hey

Let the 65 and Monserrate light up
Let's go to the street in a fight, keep all the yachts
For victory, I don't want a tie
If we all come together for all this nonsense

Let them come out, let them come out, let them fight, let them fight
Let's make the world hear us
Take out all the pieces from the case
Let's see who's going to mess with the Mapuche now

Let them come out, let them come out, let them fight, let them fight
Let's make the world hear us
Take out all the pieces from the case
Let's see who's going to mess with the Mapuche now

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh
Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh
Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, eh
Money-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta

Cumbia!

In the end, it's all because they want money
And the same idiots as always
Don't care about the people
It's all about money, money, money, money

We take off our bras
We raise our handkerchiefs
Green like marijuana
The one that the old lady sells

She doesn't have enough pension
But she has a good heart
Clan...