Falso

If you're down, nobody pays attention to you here
If you're up, fakes surround you
They lend you a hand, swear they love you
They no longer need you and spread rumors

Lives of the poor in a rich world
They claim to be lions and leave you on read
I, without money, kissed your girl
You, with millions, lick my boots

If we've seen you already
Rockstar life on Instagram
Thousands of things you can buy
Your damn style is like a little girl's

Lots of designer stuff
But money doesn't buy the flow
You lack street smarts, my dude
686, pure Chicalón

And his buddy Oscar Maydon

I'm not crying, just confirming
That arrogance is not my type
Thousands of stars in the sky
Every night, they fall and we see them

Shopping, loves, and also friendships
Tell me, my buddy, what do you do
When you're left sad and empty
Well, without a penny, you're not a friend

Lives of the poor in a rich world
They claim to be lions and leave you on read
I, without money, kissed your girl
You, with millions, lick my boots

If we've seen you already
Rockstar life on Instagram
Thousands of things you can buy
Your damn style is like a little girl's

Lots of designer stuff
But money doesn't buy the flow
You lack street smarts, my dude
686, pure Chicalón

And up in Mexicali, old man
And let's go to the warmth, buddy Joel
Right, buddy Chacho?
Tell 'em

If you're down, nobody pays attention to you here
If you're up, fakes surround you
They lend you a hand, swear they love you
They no longer need you and spread rumors