La Garrafa (feat. Ryan Castro)

SOG, put on the track for me
I'm going to tell these sardines some things
Hail Mary, the Sacred Face, SOG
How cool
Let's go!

They think they're tough guys with the bikes and sunglasses
They gather like twenty to buy a bottle
They act like they have it all, I don't believe them
If they talk big at night in bed, it's all talk
I have money and live relaxed
I stay in the neighborhood and have a farm in Pobla'o (how nice that is)
I have a nice car, the latest model, and to avoid showing off, I keep it parked (well parked)

Poor rich guy, poor rich guy
Bring out the liquor and fry the pork rinds (go ahead, son)
Poor rich guy, poor rich guy
I have a lot of money, twenty thousand in sausage (how much?)

I studied at Diego and I'm from Pedregal
I grew up with all the cool kids from Grate and Florencia (shenanigans)
The cockteasers, I don't like them
You give them a kiss, but they never lend a hand
I called a mature woman, I like mature women (that)
I like all the widows, single and married
They don't leave me hanging, they don't leave me hanging
She's a talker and even drinks with my buddies (let's go, let's go!)

Poor rich guy, poor rich guy
Bring out the liquor and fry the pork rinds
Poor rich guy, poor rich guy
I have a lot of money, twenty thousand in sausage

Hail Mary, SOG
You know what, with all the money I'm making
Don't call me Ryan Castro anymore
Just have them call me Ricardo
And my nickname Richie
(Kapital Music)