Baby Father 2.0 (feat. Myke Towers, Arcángel, Ñengo Flow y Yeruza)

It's gang
Gang, gang

Ah, ah, real trapstar, living like a rockstar (rockstar)
Walking with the shooters in my roadster (with the shooters)
In the Hellcat we light up the helicopter (the Hellcat)
The Baby Father like for the times of 'el Boster (Baby Father)

The gang in the club
The Devils from Lloren, security didn't even check (The Devils, smell)
In the V.I.P. going crazy we pull out the Glocks (ah-ah)
I know she's your baby, mommy, but she died
She got hooked on the drip spending racks at Dior

This lifestyle is already normal for me (normal)
In the Raptor through Santurce, the glizzies with chips (ah-ah-ah-ah)
All are strong like Hydro and Spiff (strong)
And fifty devils on stage like Chief Keef (Hydreezy)

We're in the fire, used to it, I don't even burn anymore (gang)
I go out to the parties ready, I don't back down (I'm a boss)
All the shooters with the sticks and with the new cars (all my shooters)
With the brothers, all the glizzies we light up in fire (Ah-ah-ah-ah)

We empty the clips, we change them and give them to you again (Money Wayy)
They want to sound like me because we change the game (Stash Money Gang)
I want to see their faces when I bring a Lambo to Calle 4
And we celebrate with Buchanan and the dracos

Talk to me about tickets and we analyze the contracts (ticket boy)
Now they're in the thousands if before they were dead contracts (shhh, ah-ah)
They still don't believe, it shows on their faces when they see us
We negotiate with the bosses, not rookies (damn rookies)

It's the Money Wayy, bastard I have a buddy, what? That's lean (dirty boy)
Dirty pop, Fanta and codeine (codeine)
Bastard I'll die for my team (my team)
The packs in the band, flow Yao Ming (gang, gang, gang, gang)
9 by 19 the spring

Real trapstar, living like a rockstar (rockstar)
Walking with the shooters in my roadster (with the shooters)
In the Hellcat we light up the helicopter (ah-ah-ah)
The Baby Father like for the times of 'el Boster

The gang in the club
The Devils from Lloren, security didn't even check (The Devils, smell)
In the VIP going crazy we pull out the Glocks (the glizzies)
I know she's your baby, mommy, but she died
She got hooked on the drip spending racks at Dior (she died, heard?)

Twenty thousand in a pair of Jordan 1
I walk respected by the tough ones
When they look down on me I swear to you
They feel inferior when they see me very sure

Real trapstar, Money Wayy, I know the way
All these bitches get wet if I look closely
You look for her and you're prey for the crocodiles
Be careful because those pigs have fentanyl

On the way to the case this looks like a run
The snipers watching from above
All my people crazy to pull out the sticks on stage
The packs perfumed dodging the canine unit

Baby Father like in Harlem, Rich Porter
I'll be watching over you the day I care
All the work is coming in non-stop
In all the states we're making hits, okay

Look for who transports them, send them to escort
If there are monkeys on the coast, abort the mission
Those who didn't believe, let them hang themselves
The bosses are pulling for me to get on the return

I'm the realest trap nigga out here
Huh?
Hydro, what up?

If making money is a sin (oh God)
Forgive me God, but the most delicate issue (aha)
You know my situation, tell me Ricky how many are there (tell him)
I laugh mockingly, they're not ready for action (no)

Ah, that's a fact
Ten in the face and in the chest
Give thirty more to be satisfied
I fuck your bitch and I'm still not done, huh? (Ha ha ha)

My life has been a roller coaster, who is Yeruza? (Yeh-yeh-yeh)
I'm going to show you how to use it
Going around the world on a high dose
They want to criticize me? They still have a long way to go

Life is short, coke is exported
I keep living as if nothing matters to me (ha ha, Money Wayy)
My forty never and never behaves
Very disrespectful, nobody can stand me (Gang, gang)

Real trapstar, living like a rockstar (like a rockstar)
Walking with the shooters in my roadster (with the shooters)
In the Hellcat we light up the helicopter (the Hellcat)
The Baby Arca like for the times of 'el Boster

The gang in the club
The ones from Caimito and Quintana, like they got me
I got hooked on the one who flirted with me in the VIP
She says she doesn't fall in love but she got hooked
I took her to Prada, Chanel and Dior

I'm your Baby Father, the piece hooked with the scanners
With the Devils from Lloren, we're going to mess up your plans
Don't rush to kill me, son of a bitch
I'm going to show you how the gun executes

We shoot you in the neck without giving you a break
Making the blood run, this is Money Wayy (ha ha)
Vomiting the prosecutor, because he couldn't handle it
We light up all the dracos and you swallowed the crystal

They want flow to roll around, the bitches this dick to hang themselves
Everyone who comes here has no chance (Real G)
And the bullets leave you in a trance (ha ha ha ha)
To my enemies who suck my dick and rest in peace

Baby father of all the baby mothers
Bastard, I'm going to make your bitch lose control
The engines of all the elevators burned out
And where you are, all the devils got off the Explorer (ha ha ha ha)

You fell, you died
Real G4 Life, motherfucker, you're screwed
We'll see each other in another life, bastard (yeah, aha)

Look who came back to break the party (it's me)
In my place standing like the one in the Ferrari (vroom)
There in La Perla capsuleando, in the Denali (tell them, Nally)
The Baby Arca for the times of Cali (bitch)

We don't go to your neighborhood, none does it like we do (no)
The Devils from Santurce know how we move (ah-ah)
We mess with bitches but we never get involved (no)
The family doesn't die, we snore because we can, so you know (auh)

To the one who goes out crooked, I confront him (I confront him)
I'm a boss in Medellín and I'm not Pablo (I'm not Pablo)
Smell bitch, so you understand what I'm talking about
I have horsepower and a couple of donkeys in the stable

Seen from Al Capone, riding in my big machine
I pass through your alley and leave a damn mess (prr)
You were kidnapped even though you came out all dolled up (wow)
I leave them dancing like Rauw with Mickey Mouse, wow

Yay, I'm a trapstar, living like a rockstar (yeh, yeh)
Walking with the shooters in my roadster (auh)
In the Hellcat we light up the helicopter (prr)
The Baby Arca like for the times of 'el Boster (auh)

The gang in the club
The Devils in La Calma, security didn't even check (no)
In the V.I.P. going crazy we pull out the Glocks (Jaja)
I know she's your baby, mommy, but she died (wow)
She got hooked on the drip spending racks at Dior
I took her to Prada, Chanel and Dior

Austin, baby
La Ma
Jaja
Baby Father, the cool baby (Real G4 Life, baby)
Sons of bitches
YOVNGCHIMI!

Arcángel, pa
So you know
It's Myke Towers, baby (Money Wayy!)
The demons on the road
Yeruza
Hydro, Hydreezy

Hydro! The New Face (don't get confused), lots of experience in the strong
This is the remix!
Tell me Nyxto (aha, aha)
We're real motherfuckers, they haven't seen us
Bassy! (Llorens Torres)
Real G4 Life, forever

La Metro, Santurce
EHXX The Professor
It's the Money Wayy, yeah
That's the only way, nigga
It's Flow Factory
Yeruza, Rest in Peace
JS4E, prra
Yes, directly from La Calma Suite, auh!

Capisce?
Santurce in the house, hahaha
Doble L
(Money Wayy)
Money Wayy (The Money Route)
Real G4 Life, baby (so you understand, motherfucker)
The Dream Team