1 million

We are waiting for the million, meanwhile we are monkeys
Locked in a world where it's unknown who has the dominion
I've been thinking this since I was a child and nowadays I feel relieved
Knowing that money gives you the power to start the extermination

I'm diamond and you're aluminum, yeah, the lover at home
Of your wife who when I'm around sends your love into exile, yes
Even if you ask for help, you don't match the level of this genius
Red eyes, I don't use eye drops, I'm elevated like a medium
Kamikaze like a terrorist, hey, dollars in my pocket
If my music were a drug even the healthiest guy would buy a joint
What's hard for me becomes easy, I don't even pull the trigger anymore
I travel around the world to other
Continents, I go calmly, I envy no one

I become a million
I become a million and I rake the big mouths
To hell with your paper flow
You need a skirt and put on a headband
When they see me they turn yellow
So much so that I think they're like minions
Literally, because they come in a group and
Without bang bang, no weapon, I just humiliate them

Mine is crippy and a cigarette, big-booty girls carrying a joint
My two balls are my crew, I count on them, Olivio taught me
If you have fame and the shine reaches you
You'll have problems and sad delusions
If you avoid the sea I'm an amphibian
I smell like two twelve and you smell like a skunk
I only kneel to God
Gold on my gold chain and on my rings
For nothing because the day I
Die for the earthworms it would be a dish
I can kidnap you and then torture you to death with a knife
But I'm a gentleman, that's why I wait to use my knuckles

And break your teeth to the
Point where the braces won't work
They'll find your body in vegetable mode; immobile, lying in the hallway
If you give me a beat I'll mess it up and if it's a pussy I'll kill it
I don't offer yachts or castles, I don't give flowers or earrings

I speak clearly and they say I'm a
Rascal, that I'm crazy and missing a screw
Call the dealer
To bring me another brick because I'm like Westbrook on the court
Running over him, slamming it in his face and breaking his ankles
The crazy guys forging suicide, I'm the boss, call me beloved Carrillo

Bitch, bitch, hey, mojito with pickles, yeah
Shrimps, halajillos, caviar, langostino and for dessert a little cheese
Hey, hey, million and million and million
We all want one million, I want more than one million

Bitch, bitch, hey, she makes love without affection
My baby is a hot Latina, yours lacks seasoning
Hey, hey, million and million and million
Your company wants one million, hey, I want more than one million