Plata

Prrrr!

Hey!

By the winds that blow it smells like silver (hey!)
And more women on all fours
In my gang, rats don't walk
If I see them alone, I swear they'll be rescued

Since I was a child, I've been in trouble
The notebook full and on another path, the Glock
Friends have died
The others fled or the government took them (bitch)

Curfew has begun
Anyone who came to suck it stays (bitch)
And tell your boyfriend not to get confused
That here we are armed like Al Qaeda

All these motherfuckers are thugs now
But outside of Venezuela
They were fools here, but now they're Al Capone
Because they crossed the border

From plane to plane
My sound is the biggest son of a bitch in this whole nation
Anyone against me disappears
That's why it's better for you to be on my side

I'm always better
Until the day the man above takes my breath away
But as long as I live, the only mission
Is to always be honest and come out on top
Pass me that blunt

Mami, that thread if you're up for it (that thread if you're up for it)
Uh!, if you want we can do it on the plane
Hey!, shake that ass and if your boyfriend comes
Don't do anything crazy
Or I'll bring him down with the gun
Hey!

I'm number 1
Hoe, in the neighborhood I'm number 1
Uh!, they talk about me while I light one up
I'm the number 1 in trap
And I'm also the first in your ass

Moving the coke, coke, coke, coke, coke
Coke (prrr)
I always break the baby whenever she wants and I don't complicate with love (prrr)

If I cock the Glock, these little ones get scared
I'm going to get rich (tah-tah-tah)
Millionaire in music, as if I sell coke, coke (wuh!)

I'm moving the coke, coke, coke, coke, coke, coke
I always break the baby whenever she wants and I don't complicate with love (eh, eh, eh, eh)

If I cock the Glock, these little ones get scared
I'm going to get rich (prrr)
Millionaire in music (uh!) as if I sell coke, coke (shory)

Make way for me as I'm removing all the traitors from the middle
I move with snipers (hey!)
Don't let yourself be carried away by illusions
We're making a lot of millions
And many suckers appear
I see the shorty dancing on the pole
Before I was rapping in the subway

By the winds that blow it smells like silver (hey!)
In my sauce, I'm the cream of the crop (hey!, hey!, hey!)
Don't envy me, envy kills
The MVP born in Caracas
Now I'm smoking on a coast
Account uphill and me lying in the hammock
I'm the boss, I'm Liomar Acosta
My voice cocking like a fucking AK

By the winds that blow it smells like silver (prrrr!)
And more women on all fours (hey!, hey!)
In my sauce, I'm the cream of the crop
Don't envy me, envy kills (bitch)
Now I'm smoking on a coast
Account uphill and me lying in the hammock (bitch)
I'm the boss, I'm Liomar Acosta
My voice cocking like a fucking AK
Bitch

Like a fucking A'
Like a fucking A'
Like a fucking AK
Like a fucking A'
Like a fucking A'
Like a fucking A'
Like a fucking AK
Bitch