Hablame de Dinero

In the music of villain san
My buddy
You know everything
Damn
Alofoke music
So you get killed
Bass
Frank siveliano

I'm ready for the fourth to the pot throw it far away
Talk to me about money
That paints you every day working for the landfill
Talk to me about money
I'm ready for the fourth to the pot throw it far away
Talk to me about money
With a pack of women enjoying the old

Talk to me about what Duarte brings, that nonsense
About what moves mountains and they call it a ticket
About what if you don't have it, don't send a CD
About what made your woman come to me
About what the party animal wants to smell
The leather to be able to support his little one
About Miguel's children, you know little Michael
About what if there's a lot, makes you feel rich
About what you're worried about, the old man tipito
And all the bad things for that, on the beach they seduce gringos
The cover doesn't matter, whatever it is, Manolo adds up
If there's money, the ugly goes away and beauty comes in
What I want is just a room
Without breaking, without going out of tune, tell me where it is
Tell me where it is

I'm ready for the fourth to the pot throw it far away
Talk to me about money
That paints you every day working for the landfill
Talk to me about money
I'm ready for the fourth to the pot throw it far away
Talk to me about money
With a pack of women enjoying the old

I'm fed up, I don't want to be scared
I don't want to walk, I want at least a scooter
And that's with money, not giving a damn
For what is it for my buddy who buys
Look, he has money and a profession
The one who saw you born, with money, became a suck-up
Your buddy's woman gives you a strange look
Because you have the wallet with all the stuff
And the one who puts cash quickly to the crickets
To make your enemies pray backwards
So that you run more, fight more than Christ with the Jews
You only make friends with the little ones
Little one, for a room, I fight even with the devil
If it's for that, me being cute, he'll be hanged
Talk to me, buddy, about a lot of money
About being rich like the boss of Calamaldo

Vakero, how much for the rooms
Damn pow
Now I'm going to sing
Cocoteco cocoteco

Everyone has many dreams
But mine is the best
I want a trip with a lot of money
And a tremendous woman

I'm ready for the room to the pot, the senelego
Talk to me about money
That paints you every day working for the landfill
Talk to me about money
I'm ready for the room to the pot, the senelego
Talk to me about money
A pack of women enjoying the old
Talk to me about money

Hahaha
Look up the dictionary now
Villain san
Dj top
Look up the dictionary
Because this is going to make you
Die
Hahaha
Come on
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Kalin
Man, with this one you got your third medal
The vakero