Casa de Chapa

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tin house when I had nothing
Worked all night to get my mom out of the neighborhood
Now we fill stadiums, God is by my side
Entrepreneur's salary, the Gotti quoted

I've been at it since I was thirteen
Now we sleep little, but we keep dreaming
I don't compete with anyone, legend, I'm not a myth
Riquelme in Don Torcuato, Diego in Fiorito

And now they say no
Now they say no, that I don't deserve it, but I know I do
For all I went through, for all I suffered, with these eyes I saw
I bought my car, my clothes, my house, I promised myself
Thank you, mom, for trusting me

Oh-oh-oh-oh, haters on my way
I don't give a shit, I don't—, I don't give a shit
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't give a shit
I-I-I don't give a shit

When I was a kid I wanted to be Daddy
Now the kids want to be Gotti
Living a movie, flying to Miami
Six million for a party, we're making a story

Now they call me the Illuminati
I don't answer because I can only make money, oh
Counting lighting a joint
I want to dream, but

I'm too awake, I can't sleep to be the first
Before the account was zero, now seven zeros, the banker is calling
I take my girl in the TT to the studio, then I go out to get my money
My grandparents cried when they saw me at Lolla with a leather jacket

Haters on my way, I have them all over the world, oh
I live as I want
I do what I want
So I don't give a shit

Gotti!
Tin house when I had nothing