Los 4 Ases (feat. Natanel Cano, Junior H y Herencia de Patrones)

Yah!

I'm in a Bentley counting money
Dirty money coming from smuggling
And thinking about keep sending
Behind, medicine for patients who won't heal

And here I am, always ready, I give my people
My life and I'm there for whatever is needed
Without forgetting my family and God
He's the one who takes care of me wherever I go
Small plane crossing the skies
The Americans play dumb, they let themselves be bribed
The business we have is solid
We never fall from here because I knew how to stand up
I don't know why people get scared if they see
The custom rifle, Modern Warfare flow
The .45 ready to cough
Because they will twist when facing us
Thoughts that I won't give
Note on the route by land and by sea
I know I don't do good, that I do evil
I was born poor and without money, but I swear I'll die
With a couple of stashes to count and count
LV is seen, behaves well, lots of cash, flaunts gems
Moves forward, doesn't look back
I'm not getting off from here because I got used to it
I won't bend or fall again

And that's how it sounds
That's how Ovi sounds, yeah
Ovi, corridos tumbados
Pure Herencia de Patrones, buddy
There's no limit
Junior H, silent lyrics
Rancho Humilde, Lumbre Music, HP Records
Whole lotta clique shit

Excuse me, I don't know how to act
If the topic is money, then let's chat
I already have pending issues, tell me why would I want more
I already have brothers, the kid is happy
Don't talk to me about friendship
I have one that I know is for the idiot who thinks he's something
They keep hating me and it must be because of the role
My diamonds shine, how could they not see me?
It costs what I carry, how could I hide?
There's no limit, I know there's much more I can do
We must learn, I'm earning blues for pleasure
While you, hating on the kid who's doing well
I want more, I know there's no turning back, I got tangled up
The backpack is full of dreams
Memories come when I had nothing
I have little because I know I haven't arrived yet
What I have was with sweat and all the time wasn't in vain
To work, be good, smart and I don't fall behind
I'm always there for my people, ready and strong
Pounds on the Americans
Tons of sound for my people, I admire them

And if you see me
In a Bentley, counting money
Trafficking tons of sound, with my clique to the million
Representing the flag, we'll keep working