With a piece in the glovebox
And a first-class style
I step out fresh, want cash,
Four girls modeling for me.
With a crazy flow
Unmatched quality,
Damn, I’m from the hood,
Ended up on the runway.
So now what? Now what?
I escaped from hell,
Again making a hundred a month,
Damn, we’re doing well.
Got diamonds in my mind
And on my chain too.
With some dance moves
And a bad girl in the jacuzzi,
Bought some kicks,
Louis Vuitton and a Uzi.
She’s got it pink like Tusi,
Baby, all this money
Is from the streets and music.
I head out looking for the hundreds,
Always seen with the Giménez crew.
No rapper can stop me,
The girl does it in bed and comes.
The haters throw shade, resentful,
Because yesterday, the girl came with me.
C.R.O told me, “What a damn sound,
There’s nothing like you, man.”
Everyone knows well who owns the flow,
Got so many drugs, damn, I’m a Rolling Stone.
I represent the hood,
Never lost ambition,
These haters run
When we spring into action.
Everyone knows well who owns the flow,
Got so many drugs, damn, I’m a Rolling Stone.
I represent the hood,
Never lost ambition,
These haters run
When Barderos springs into action.
In the city or the countryside,
Protected by my saint,
Negotiating with the bank,
Shooting with a sniper.
To be frank,
Always pay the bank.
What we own in black,
We cover with a cloak.
Never lost a trick,
Still the same or more devilish,
Doing new feats,
With the stacks in a file.
Making pure drugs
Like in a lab.
With the 9 and the 40
In the desk drawer.
Some infiltrate,
Seeking a solution,
So I’m careful
With communication.
Always low profile,
Without drawing attention,
I’m doing my job,
Practicing my vocation.
Another kilo for dinner,
Another liter for the veins,
Heading to Copacabana
With Cuban and Brazilian girls.
I’ll be a Brazilian
Until the day I die,
Bury me with my metal
And set the glovebox on fire.
Everyone knows well who owns the flow,
Got so many drugs, damn, I’m a Rolling Stone.
I represent the hood,
Never lost ambition,
These haters run
When we spring into action.
Everyone knows well who owns the flow,
Got so many drugs, damn, I’m a Rolling Stone.
I represent the hood,
Never lost ambition,
These haters run
When we spring into action.