I am expensive, and everyone loves me, motherf*cker, I am like a Frenchie
The babes love me, I buy them purses, I don't buy Hershey's
A lot of Dior, Gucci, a lot of Givenchy
Can't you see, motherf*cker, I'm laughing, laughing
Dying of laughter, I'm laughing
I feel alone sometimes, I have nobody by my side
I've been at the top for five years like Tim Duncan, posted
It's going great for me, in Casa de Campo, merengue music
Dying of laughter, I'm laughing
They wear oversized, but with me, they're tight
I've been at the top for five years like Tim Duncan, posted
But before, nobody knew, and everyone said
"Who is Bad Bunny?" like "Who is Dei V?"
Now I ride the navy blue G-Wagon
Eating sushi, drinking sake with the ladies
Since Messi is in the USA
Everyone knows who is the GOAT
It's not anymore Tom Brady
The Latin gang, a couple of motherf*ckers who still don't believe me
I'm with Adidas, the Bad Bu, motherf*cker, I threw out all the Bred
I told you a long time ago with Arca, I've gotten used to it
The industry bores me, I swear I'll retire at 33
How beautiful is life, let's make a toast
You're buying clothes, I'm buying buildings
The crazy women with me as if I were Wilkin
All the gold-digger babies
Asking for money, asking for Birkin
One her p*ssy she has a piercing
Patience with Orma, in the Skyline, we're racing
I don't go to meetings, motherf*cker, calling Nisi's kid
It's possible, but it's difficult
For me, it's easy, I'm having fun, having fun
Dying of laughter, I'm laughing
I feel lonely sometimes, I have nobody by my side
I've been at the top for five years like Tim Duncan, posted
It's going great for me, in Casa de Campo, merengue music
Dying of laughter, I'm laughing
In the Red Bull car, I got wings, I'm high
I'm with the same people I was with when I was broke
There's no need to flex, babe, if you're not cocky
I come from PR, where the real bad bitches are from
What a coincidence, those who act the toughest always turn out snitches
Bastards who criticize my life and don't travel more than my pet
That's why I follow the advice
That my grandfather gave me, that Al Pacino gave me
Life is easier when eating rigatoni and drinking wine
A little while in France, watching the morning with a cappuccino
To those who believed from day one, thanks, a shout-out to Pino
To Hero, to Coco, to John, and to Andino
Thank you, God, for the good people placed in my path
The one who has Billboards doesn't have Grammys
The one who has Grammys doesn't have Billboards
Look at my trophy case, how I combine them
In my crew, they're all fine like violins
Yours leave the room when your movie ends
Mine stay until God shows us the credits
A legend like the Sun, yes, like the Sun of Mexico
When Curry didn't exist, Casiano was already scoring
Easy from the logo, many who said they didn't believe in me
Poor demagogue, damn, you're crazy
How can you doubt the baddest one who scores
At four in the morning, in the studio with Beto and Cachete
The checks are now with nine digits
The bitches asking me for money
I like the blondes, also the brunettes
Crazy about the Puerto Ricans, they like the swag
Long live PR, I won't let go of the grind
I'm 'Vuelve Candy B', but without a rider