Sorry, mom, if I failed you, I am chasing the dream
Remember that you told me that if there's fear there's no money
Firewater and a Cuban, three times touching the floor
Well, to make and unmake I ask Eleguá for permission
Look, mom, what a bad*ss I turned out
So the ones who doubted me can suck my d*ck
Lately the snobs are left over, only princesses are at the table
I carry a shortie that when it thunders it's never to say hello
And it's all or nothing, I have always said it
To be a bad*ss without losing the ground
I bring the good life as my trade
And pure Fuerza Regida, buddy Eden
Straight ahead, buddy Jesus
Look, mom, what a bad*ss I turned out
So the ones who doubted me can suck my d*ck
Lately the snobs are left over, only princesses are at the table
I carry a shortie that when it thunders it's never to say hello
And it's all or nothing, I have always said it
To be a bad*ss without losing the ground
I bring the good life as my trade