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Show me the dough! (you)
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(Go)

I love pulling out the Credit Card
Going to fancy restaurants and being able to pay
Going shopping at sports stores
And spending, spending until losing track
Taking a stroll down Fuencarral Street
Among sneakers, sweatshirts, and amazing pants
The latest models, hanging gold around my neck
If I want ganja, it moves in my hair
Staying up late without having to wake up early
And eating Iberian ham for breakfast
I have a doctor who analyzes the blood of every bombshell
And I f*ck a healthy b*tch every day without a condom
So much happiness, damn it leaves me blank!
But the phone is ringing and I start to wake up
And ¢50 (fifty cents) smiles as he goes to the bank
But I look at my account and feel like robbing
And robbing and never going back to work
But I don't have a gun or balls, to be honest
I don't want to go to jail! I have nothing to do with that
I'm not a ghetto n*gga, Spain is my reality
Where connected people without talent always end up succeeding
And meanwhile, I work my a*s off at a bar
To make ends meet, I have to do various jobs
I produce Metal, R&B, Ballads, Reggaeton, or Rap, gotta eat
Does this sh*t sound good to you?
Look for me on Myspace and hire me too
This artist in vain and waiter by force
From Monday to Thursday, he produces your songs
Leave a comment and then Show me the dough!
Want an instrumental? Deposit the dough!
Want a professional? Then come here with dough!
Tired of sounding like a**hole, spend the dough

Show me the dough! (you)
(Dude, we all eat and eating costs dough)
Show me the dough! (you)
(Bills are real and you need dough)
Show me the dough! (you)
(Your dad is a jerk in the office and it's because of dough)
Show me the dough! (you)
(Almost everything is rotten and it's almost always because of dough)

I dream of going on vacation to Japan
And imagine a geisha eating my strawberry
I dream of recording an album in New York
And paying DRE to produce a song for me
I dream of a Mercedes with heating
And not waiting for the bus in the cold at the station
I dream of having another recording studio
But in a huge villa and not in my f*cking room
I dream of killing the pigs at Universal
And having lawyers who give me total impunity
I dream of hiring an advertising campaign
And getting to the top on MTV
I dream of getting my parents out of work
And they only worry about living well and traveling
I dream of not suffering to make ends meet anymore
And I hate opening my eyes and seeing reality
They say money doesn't bring happiness
I say especially when there's not much
It's not the case for a house and other things I want
But it's true that not everything is achieved with money
I have those who love me, health, and this hot body
And a style that even the richest can't pay in installments
For everything else, I use Mastercard
Because I want Visa Gold and no bank gives it

Show me the dough! (you)
(Dude, we all eat and eating costs dough)
Show me the dough! (you)
(Bills are real and you need dough)
Show me the dough! (you)
(Your dad is a jerk in the office and it's because of dough)
Show me the dough! (you)
(Almost everything is rotten and it's almost always because of dough)