I don’t pray to the green monkey
Hanging on, the Bimbo trucks keep moving
Sometimes it’s old pick-ups, sometimes the Corvette, or maybe in Monaco, shopping at Hermès
In Michoacán, kilos of Christ travel hidden in avocados
If the Hublot strikes 03
I grab the rifle and rev up the Porsche GT3
From Master Jewelers, I wear what’s worth the Black Prince’s ruby
And at Lou Lou’s, vintage Dom Pérignon—if you don’t want it, fine
And a blonde, my kryptonite
I name her “Elvira,” and the rockstar vibe lights up
War-like cumbias blast from the Polaris
Whether it’s coconut or passionfruit
Red eyes, instinct of a deer
We carry the mission between God and the devil
Warm beer so my finger doesn’t tremble
From scavengers stealing what’s ours
Forgive me, Saint Jude, the industry of sin
But it gave me a place; there’s no stepping back
No stepping aside
And this one goes all the way to La Perla
This is how your buddy Gabito sounds
Oh, fuck!
In cockfights, I bet on my luck
Because my nickname and code reveal my strength
Clase Azul tequila and a Cuban cigar, I’m a narco magnate, I’m a “Licenciado”
A Venezuelan woman, in Italy she’s Lucifer, but stunning
And a blonde, my kryptonite
I name her “Elvira,” and the rockstar vibe lights up
War-like cumbias blast from the Polaris
Whether it’s coconut or passionfruit
Red eyes, instinct of a deer
We carry the mission between God and the devil
Warm beer so my finger doesn’t tremble
From scavengers stealing what’s ours
Forgive me, Saint Jude, the industry of sin
Sin