Description
The pulse of the city in your pocket - money rings louder than conscience, and it's almost boastfully innocent. Here you have a platinum visa, a rocket flight instead of a plane, and the feeling that the world is a stage and everyone is watching their own screen. It sounds like a walk through luxurious chaos: rhymes shoot, phrases dive into Instagram stories, and self-confidence tugs at your ear with warm irony.
The vocals are like a gentleman thief: bold, smiling, unapologetic. All around is a party, Mercedes cars, glossy ribs, and the rustles of the night; somewhere between the lines, shadows of the past flicker, but they are parried by champagne and bass. The feeling of a celebration on the verge of absurdity - and in this is comfort: to live loudly, joke sharply, and remain impervious to complaint.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Muchas cuero' en el DM que quieren que le dé.
Yay.
Yay fucking Lord, ah, ah. Oh. Pagando el hotel con la Visa platina. No soy rica, yo soy el billete.
Sin escala viajando pa' China, ya pasé de avión, voy en un cohete.
Mamagüevo pa' que me respeten, su carrera se basa en paquete'.
Lo bloqueé pa' que no me etiqueten y su tiradera me la hagan de frente y. . .
En el DM con má' puta que en un burdel. Haciendo fila pa' que yo me deje ver.
Los funcionario' tirándome pa' comer y yo como Jon Z tengo una nave viajando sin ver.
Me, me, me anda buscando, ¿qué? Que quiere que le dé.
Pero tú ere' muy cuero, entonces no se va a poder. En la Mercedes, ¿qué? Quiere que le llegue.
Pa' busca' cámara y decir que fui yo que frené, ¿qué? Me anda buscando, ¿qué?
Que quiere que le dé. Pero tú ere' muy cuero, entonces no se va a poder. En la Mercedes, ¿qué?
Quiere que le llegue. Pa' busca' cámara y decir que fui yo que frené, ¿qué?
La muerte me pasa pa' gloria porque por mi madre me muero rapeando.
Y sé bien de dónde vengo, aunque si me preguntan perdí la noción de dónde ando.
Y 'toy en twenty-four, lloro while I'm fighting, el palo lo hicimo' girando.
Los tíguere' en duda queriendo saber si bateo pal' otro bando.
De música tengo un contrabando y a to'a la peja la 'toy matando.
En un colmadón con un poterrón bebiéndole en taza. Tirá en un sillón y do' mamasota moviendo la chapa.
No soy White Dunna, ma, tengo el flow, yo no soy de casta.
Soy, soy la que tiene la pasta, una Coca-Cola la mata. En la cerebro sin placa, ya me pasé de bellaca.
Y con lo' dos ojo' encima del body de Nashla. Y mi tarjeta explotando, te lo cachas.
El aroma de la caja negra que me lo mandó un cangrejo desde Arabia.
Saco gente que quieren ser mío y a mitad de camino se quedan sin labia.
Me encanta cuando me exploran sin tomar en cuenta mi nivel de sabia.
La cotorra que tiene este disco la traje del mar Muerto a Mesopotamia.
No lo pare', espérate. Y lo' bolsillo' como la barrica 'e la GM.
Tiré en Miami, muerte risa, una caja 'e Corn Flakes. Mala adentro, la gata prendía su pachuché.
Pero yo no fumo, no me lo pasen pa' que le dé.
Y si ustede' son duro', me presento, soy un muro. No sé la que se da y me hizo una tiradera inseguro.
Te voy a hacer la -que le quiere hacer Venezuela a Maduro. -¿Y qué e' lo que quería el tipo, oye?
El culo. Me anda buscando, ¿qué? Que quiere que le dé.
Pero tú ere' muy cuero, entonces no se va a poder. En la Mercedes, ¿qué? Quiere que le llegue.
Pa' busca' cámara y decir que fui yo que frené, ¿qué? Me anda buscando, ¿qué?
Que quiere que le dé. Pero tú ere' muy cuero, entonces no se va a poder. En la Mercedes, ¿qué?
Quiere que le llegue.
Pa' busca' cámara y decir que fui yo que frené, ¿qué?
English translation
Lots of leather' in the DM that they want me to give them.
Yay.
Yay fucking Lord, ah ah. Oh. Paying for the hotel with the Platinum Visa. I'm not rich, I'm the ticket.
Without a stopover traveling to China, I've already taken a plane, I'm going on a rocket.
Mamagüevo so that they respect me, their career is based on a package.
I blocked it so that they don't tag me and they do it in front of me and. . .
In the DM with more whores than in a brothel. Standing in line so that I can be seen.
The officials push me to eat and I, like Jon Z, have a ship traveling without seeing.
He's looking for me, me, what? What do you want me to give you?
But you are very tough, so it won't be possible. In the Mercedes, what? He wants it to reach him.
To look for a camera and say that it was me who braked, what? He's looking for me, what?
What do you want me to give you? But you are very tough, so it won't be possible. In the Mercedes, what?
He wants it to reach him. To look for a camera and say that it was me who braked, what?
Death happens to me for glory because I die rapping for my mother.
And I know well where I come from, although if you ask me I lost track of where I am.
And 'I'm in twenty-four, I cry while I'm fighting, the stick made it' spinning.
The tíguere' in doubt wanting to know if I bat for the other side.
I have contraband music and I'm killing it all.
In a colmadón with a potterrón drinking from a cup. Throw yourself in an armchair and do a good job by moving the plate.
I'm not White Dunna, ma, I have the flow, I'm not from caste.
I am, I am the one who has the money, a Coca-Cola kills it. In the brain without a license plate, I've already gone too far.
And with the 'two eyes' on top of Nashla's bodysuit. And my card exploding, you catch it.
The aroma of the black box that a crab sent me from Arabia.
I bring out people who want to be mine and halfway there they run out of words.
I love it when they explore me without taking into account my level of wisdom.
The parrot that has this disc I brought from the Dead Sea to Mesopotamia.
Don't stop it, wait. And the 'pocket' like the barrel' and the GM.
I threw in Miami, death laugh, a box of Corn Flakes. Badly inside, the cat lit her patch.
But I don't smoke, don't pass it on to me so I can hit it.
And if you're hard, I introduce myself, I'm a wall. I don't know what it is and it made me feel insecure.
I'm going to do what Venezuela wants to do to Maduro. -And what did the guy want, hey?
The ass. He's looking for me, what? What do you want me to give you?
But you are very tough, so it won't be possible. In the Mercedes, what? He wants it to reach him.
To look for a camera and say that it was me who braked, what? He's looking for me, what?
What do you want me to give you? But you are very tough, so it won't be possible. In the Mercedes, what?
He wants it to reach him.
To look for a camera and say that it was me who braked, what?