LYRICS GAME

Balls are what we have to spare

To get ahead

How I've struggled

There's no use complaining anymore

Today everything came to us

Blessed be my God

Riding in a Rolls-Royce

Calm, that's how I am

On Miami beaches

Jet skis hauling *ss

Sometimes in the clubs

Or on Miami Beach

The sun, sand and sea

That's the Miami vibe

The weekend picked up speed

Up to the moon and without a layover, we don't stop

My crew knows that we're here at full blast

They know that for money we don't slow down

Thank God that it's coming in

Don't think that it was handed to us easy

If you see there's cash, it's 'cause I've struggled

The contacts showed up by themselves

Let the dogs keep barking

And here we roll in Código, buddy Adriel Favela

And it looks blue, buddy Tito

Yeah!

I'm on point out here

They know I don't back down

Even though I'm moving between cities

I carry the ranch law

They see me in New York

Getting off a plane

Working and taking a spin

Making a big wad of cash

Only fat green stacks

Are the ones we move

Also over there in Colombia

Where we collaborate

Tons of little babes

The big run got crowned

Nothing stops us

Up to the moon and without a layover we don't stop

My people know we're here at full blast

They know that for money we don't slow down

Thank God that it's coming in

Don't think that it was handed to us easy

If you see there's cash, it's 'cause I've struggled

The contacts showed up by themselves

Let the dogs keep barking