Here we spend the ticket, the ticket
Check the flow, the clothes, and the two-seater
The scene when we head down to Brickell
VIP all filled with bad bitches
More money for snitches
I don’t kill, but mine switch it up
Anyone ghosting, into the water with the fish (Brra, brra)
It’s Mvrda Gang, bitch
In the VIP with the demons
From the case, designer clothes we’re dressed in (Heard?)
And in the club, asshole, we come at you shooting (Shooting)
She’s complete, she’s a bandido’s woman (Bandido; ah-ah)
I don’t touch the bank, I fund it with kilos (Ah-ah)
Whether in Brickell, whether in Condado (Yeah)
We break up parties, always with thirty soldiers (Yeah, bitch)
Feeling like El Cabo, 47 in all the cars (Ah-ah-ah)
I enter booby trap and it’s a downpour with the cash (Ah-ah)
Was that your baby? Mommy, well, we might kill him (No, no)
Here we spend the ticket and pay for your body (The Devils)
I’m hyped in the Hellcat, almost flipped it (Skrrt)
We give all the babies, always embellishing them (Ah-ah-ah)
Sporty two-seater, they know I’m a pitcher
They don’t know two bad bitches, they want to be chic (Rra-rra)
I hit it with the switches (Switches), the devils are switching (The devils, ah-ah)
And anyone ghosting goes into the water with the fish (The fish)
Here we spend the ticket, the ticket
Check the flow, the clothes, and the two-seater
The scene when we head down to Brickell
VIP all filled with bad bitches
More money for snitches
I don’t kill, but mine switch it up (Under Water)
Anyone ghosting goes into the water with the fish
You know who it is (The Flavor)
Yeah, ah
I enter the club and pop bottles (Ah)
The babies like the boss’s flow, ah (Yeah)
I’m from the streets and they’re pretenders (Oh, oh)
I’ll last forever, not just for a moment (He says)
And I’m a savage, I put her on all fours
I straighten my jacket
And I escape, I’m after what I snatch
Determined, I kill for mine (Eh, eh)
I’m like Don during the Orfanato times (Dei V)
Making the speakers boom
Like back in the marquee parties, yeah (Oh)
Light it up and let the machine start (Yeah-yeah)
The hoes and the fine ones and the boys on the corner
Rolling blunts, never stressing
A note of pills making my eyes tickle, yeah
And they don’t know what’s happening behind the curtains
Watch how I give them a lesson, come on, sit in the chair
Dei V
Here we spend the ticket, the ticket
Check the flow, the clothes, and the two-seater
The scene when we head down to Brickell
VIP all filled with bad bitches
More money for snitches (The Flavor)
I don’t kill, but mine switch it up (Hey, tell me, Yizus, in the fuckin’ rhythm)
Anyone ghosting goes into the water with the fish (Papi, applying the perreo like that, asshole)
The Martians
You already know who it is, hey
Under Water