Again I'm drunk, chufulas, cash
We link up if there's cash to spend
It's not the weekend and I'm blowing dough
I've got the hottest one from Culiacán
Wrestling in bed, shots of champagne
I'm living a movie in Paris like El Chino Ántrax
What f*cking danger?, the godfather's parties
They're straight tens that are gonna debut tonight
Lost in excess, the babe with no sleep
Nothing matters anymore, bro
They ask me for cash 'cause I look like the mob
And even though I'm not with the mob
I can drape you in every brand
Depends how nicely you're gonna chip in
And shout-out to the Company, homie
Again I'm hungover, crazy, up till dawn
Flying another a** over here
That little heart looks pretty on you
On your left butt cheek when it bounces
I'm like Don Porfirio, I own the style
And over thirty are gonna suck my d*ck
The chick you've got, you've got her with you
'Cause not long ago I stopped nailing her
Lost in excess, the babe with no sleep
Nothing matters anymore, bro
They ask me for cash 'cause I look like the mob
And even though I'm not with the mob
I can drape you in every brand
Depends how nicely you're gonna chip in