MONTECARLO (feat. Delaossa y Ill Pekeño)

The boys in the gang are already washing it
I make deals with the devil with a saintly face
Airplane mode, no connection, damn, I'm flying
Pérignon and Chevignon, bring out the white powder
Whole body tattooed, I show up at court
With a suit nicer than your lawyer
I can't buy time even though the watch is expensive
I say goodbye in a French way and it's all paid
I leave the hangar, my name on Talgo
Call me, I don't have credit
I'm very good at being bad
If I say it, I do it
If I do it, I back it up
I'm an angel and a devil
Thoroughbred in the stable
Everything to zero in the casino, in Montecarlo
What I live is so cool that I must tell it

We're demolishing hotels like Charly
Chopping Klein and Calvin, blind and recording ad-libs
I'm not so crazy anymore, mommy, I'm not Gandhi either
I told her while licking her pussy in the parking lot of an Aldi
If I sinned yesterday, today I wake her up with cannolis
With the hard ass from aerobics she gives me the morning glory
I was with Gonzalo and motivated by the molly
We talked about putting a hotel in El Prado and not in Monopoly
Illegal, aerosol, mine don't do sports
They come out with aluminum foil bags from the Tom Ford section
I'm not talking about Cacharel if I change for love, love
MG and SH in gold on the gate
Mare, mare, mare mía
How bad the night is, the damn street and the way'
Listening to Sons of Agobio with those from Ruina
Staining a bottle of Sprite with codeine

I didn't sleep last night and blamed it on jet lag
Although I'm afraid it wasn't really because of that
From so many autographs I've improved my tag
If your boyfriend wants to be National, that's a red flag
My people tell me: Cousin, slow down that pace
The algorithm only recommends tits to me
And I am my own worst enemy
Tomorrow I regret what is fun today
I live in limbo, dying on Sunday
More conflicts in my mind than in Kimbo's yard
And if you thought there was nothing left to see
Space Hammu, Sons of Ruina, MG
Me, between love and hate, being happy or sober
I don't know if I'm crazy or sane in a madhouse
They celebrate being third on the podium
I take the gold and sit at a wake

The CNP looks at my ID and says: You sound familiar
My brother never carried a gun, just a couple of kunais
Being a hostel owner in southern Madrid is being an athlete
Rafa Nadal is just a posh guy with a racket
I hate Madrid because in summer it's an oven
Although at least on Renfe no one checks the turnstiles, yih
2006 on Emule, that disc that rules
I downloaded the one from Doble V and it turned out to be porn
That's why now I fuck you in the 2-3
And now I'm legendary, kid, I look like a Moltres
Before occasionally I saved dessert
Now it's: Kid, eat whatever you want, don't hold back, shit
Memories engraved in the retina
Kanouté celebrates a goal for Palestine
A little kiss for my hungry boys
Sipping gas and tiris up to 400