What the hell were they staring at, watching me spend bills without holding back
I like those lights that go with you when you’re buying champagne
With all the flashy girls, just like the old man says here in the H
I’m a bandit too, let anyone who wants test me
I like the 180, speeding crazy, going full tilt
I like those high school girls, all high quality
And though I might look young, I carry something for when it’s time to hit
And if I get carried away, not even the big boss could stop me
Everyone’s got red soles now, things have changed, I’m all McQueen
All the classy girls with no profile pics, they know what’s up here
If you want the good stuff, call the “little toad” for quality guaranteed
And if I’m partying big, I’m heading straight for Culiacán
To the pretty girls I give everything but love
They like what I carry in my left pocket
All thick stacks I earned just yesterday, all from scoring goals
I take them to the mountains, let the party begin, I’m in beast mode
Here, there’s no fear—fear of poverty and shame to steal
We’re working hard, all real ones, true kamikaze
I love the corridos, all the hits, light one up
And sometimes, to dance with the girls to Ferxxo tracks
What the hell were they staring at, watching me spend bills without holding back
I like those lights that go with you when you’re buying champagne
With all the flashy girls, just like the old man says here in the H
I’m a bandit too, let anyone who wants test me