Habrá

You know it all comes down to having the weekend
Those bottles on the hands
Give it what it asks for, there's nothing to do
Or you have to wait and don't know when you'll be born again
I feel like what?, like being born again
And correct myself from the beginning to be a millionaire
Luckily I'm not such a coward
Let's get it on, I'm not just one of the bunch
They call me young Crespo
Joint in my pocket, lighter and money, I'm ready
Releasing Higuita's scorpion, don't insist
I don't take the crumbs
I want you and for your friend, your little friend
And I don't plan to stop even if they give me a bad face
It's because I'm a God like You but you didn't understand anything
You know what was there is gone
And if you know that if I cross you, you have to suck it
The bills are not mine, as they come, they go
They give me love, I turn around and they go
But it doesn't matter, I'm really cool with a borderware
Adding numbers, looking for wet holes, I'm not very good, bro

That's what's up nigga, or what will be nigga x8

So friend, I'm not saying that's what's up
Check the price, I'll have it anyway
So friend, I'm not saying that's what's up
Check the price, I'll have it anyway

Look at me straight and tell me I don't exist
I don't care much how I dress, and that's it
If that bitch is leaving me on read
But I always insist, on getting into riddles
And telling how the kids live it, kids my age
Raised in the 90s, born in the city
Raised in Villa Angélica, dreaming of flying
In planes that we see crossing the sky
Raised in society with anxiety
Wanting to steal what I can't buy
The bills I had decided to fly away
But you have to whisk the cream and not let it curdle, it's simple