Wh*res, coc*ine, crystal bottles
The cash arrives, I want to blow it
I bring the hottest from all of Instagram
Pretty body, that a*s is natural
You want a guy, chocolate and flowers
I give you, babe, even some roses
But don't tell that we lit the blunts
Because your friends are going to envy you
How I love what fame does
I look like I’m from the mafia
I look real flashy in Dolce Gabbana
And a sh*tload of girls know my bed
Babe, don't worry because here there's no problem
Oh man, because here there's no problem, buddy Jorsshh
Private flight, flowers of little we*d
Come on babe, hit me with some hard thrusts
Already dawned, already two crazy nights
It's not my fault that she gets herself going
I step on the square and some gallons
Drinking like hell, the corridos playing
My money belt is full of wads of cash
I bring for any wh*re to suck me
How I love what fame does
I look like I’m from the mafia
I look real flashy in Dolce Gabbana
And a sh*tload of hotties know my bed
Babe, don't worry because here there's no problem
Because here there's no problem
And up with the SM Company, man