Bro, go turn the cisna on
Because in half an hour we'll swing by for the babes
Go stack the bundles for me on the racks
Cooler stuffed to the max
All set to let it loose
I'm pulling up and I want to greet the dawn
Tables reserved with bottles
Only good people that have my back
All solid, zero trash, only wood that lines up
And rubbed my pants like an animal
Babe, know that I like you
We'll have it at a million, million, million
And that's how Ovi sounds, bro
Keep killing it, dog
Bro, the party keeps going at the crib
Turn up whatever you want, zero shrinkage
Here's a bump of lavadichi so you can see
The president doesn't complain
Let's celebrate that there's life today
Now I've got what I didn't have
I toast because God and my sweat have given me
What has cost so much
My buddy already downed it
Dom Pérignon to kill the situation
A lady who dances for the kid
Today I don't want the sun to come out
We're still here at a million, million, million
And that's how they sound
And that's how the corridos tumbados sound, dog
We're Rancho Humilde here