Sorry, Mom, if I let you down
I’m chasing the dream
Remember you told me
That if there’s fear, there’s no money
Aguadiente and a Cuban cigar
Three times hitting the ground
To make and unmake things
I ask Elegua for permission
Look, Mom, I turned out to be quite the tough guy
So that those who doubted me can get lost
Lately, there’s no shortage of strawberries
Just princesses at the table
I carry a short one that, when it goes off
Is never just to say hello
And it’s all or nothing, I’ve always said
Being tough without losing my footing
Living the good life is my trade
I’m the money edition
And pure Fuerza Regida, compa Eden
Always moving forward, compa Jesus
Another level!
Look, Mom, I turned out to be quite the tough guy
So that those who doubted me can get lost
Lately, there’s no shortage of strawberries
Just princesses at the table
I carry a short one that, when it goes off
Is never just to say hello
And it’s all or nothing, I’ve always said
Being tough without losing my footing
Living the good life is my trade
I’m the money edition