Me Ha Costado (part. Victor Mendivil y Alemán)

To hit Cabo, I don’t ask for a loan
I call up my partner and we fly on the prepaid
And time is running out
Everything I have, I’ve earned it

From Cancun to Cabo, we came back all marked up
A burn in La Perla and I burned it on a rooster
And time is running out
Everything I have, I’ve earned it

What I have, I’ve earned it, the white gold chains
I come out all braided, with the R well slung
And whenever you want, I’ll make it happen, not saying it 'cause I’m a tough guy
Just what it is, and I pull through, I bring you some bullets as a gift

Roll me that tusi, you know I’ll inhale it, babe
Bring another friend so we can be three
We’re on another fucking level, I know it

We have a pact, baby, I’m already losing my patience
If you can’t keep up, then put on my shoes
I’ve been working hard since I was a kid
Today I’ve got the connect, I have all the contacts

Among pure criminals, it sounds bang-bang
The thugs and the cholos throw gang-gang
We’re all decked out in Philipp Plein
And the girls on the street say: Daddy, come, come

To hit Cabo, I don’t ask for a loan
I call up my partner and we fly on the prepaid
And time is running out
Everything I have, I’ve earned it

From Cancun to Cabo, we came back all marked up
A burn in La Perla and I burned it on a rooster
And time is running out
Everything I have, I’ve earned it

Damn, and they never catch up to me
Come over here so I can shoot some fucking bullets in your gut
Wherever I go, the whole crew follows me
We started selling bags of weed on the court

He said: I’ll drop in five, I’ve got a wash here
I come with the booze, jumping in the Impala
An ounce of candy, I left the table in the living room
Also a pink powder, but hold on, 'cause it stings

A short one in the H, personalized
Yeah, the golden grips
I’ve got a mess on my face covered up
So they don’t see my scratched-up head

I didn’t finish school, but I’ve got a diploma in fucking life
Since I was 15, I’ve been in the game
Cholos who’ll take you down just for a pill
I went from having cash, honestly, I pulled out the splinter

Check out the style from San Andrés
And in Guadalajara, I’m with the people from—
To Mazamitla, buzzing in the X3
Following my steps, I’ve got the X6

And it doesn’t matter, honestly, it doesn’t hit
I bring you candy that Al Capone gave me
Bumps, I’ve got solutions to hit me
Hawks are the ones who warn about the nosy ones

Among pure criminals, it sounds bang-bang
The thugs and the cholos throw gang-gang
We’re all decked out in Philipp Plein
And the girls on the street say: Daddy, come, come

To hit Cabo, I don’t ask for a loan
I call up my partner and we fly on the prepaid
And time is running out
Everything I have, I’ve earned it

From Cancun to Cabo, we came back all marked up
A burn in La Perla and I burned it on a rooster
And time is running out
Everything I have, I’ve earned it.