Today I woke up with two bodies at dawn
Because of the night's madness
I keep thinking why now it feels so weird to live so well
If I waste it, it's that I don't know what to do
It's that it still caresses and hurts, hurts
Wow, dude, what a good f*ck-lo-lo
I got my show, I got my scene
The kids go flexing, the babes twerking
I'm missing my Elvira, my Elvira, my Elvira
I want my Elvira, my Elvira, my Elvi
I got my show, I got my scene
The kids go flexing, the babes twerking
I'm missing my Elvira, my Elvira, my Elvira
I want my Elvira, my Elvira, my Elvira
B*tch, now fame really follows me
No more, b*tch, I'm a guarantee of respect
Money came, I manifested, happy, ace, I did enjoy
I'm a millionaire because I sold myself
But I'm not hip-hop and I don't have a chain
Money came, I manifested, happy, ace, I did enjoy
No fake zone, fake times, in the boss's sights
FaceTime across Latin America
I already f*cked your b*tch for both of us, flame pan
If you like my product, buy
No fake zone, fake times, in the boss's sights
FaceTime across Latin America
I already f*cked your b*tch for both of us, flame pan
If you like my product, buy
No fake zone, fake times, in the boss's sights
FaceTime across Latin America
I already f*cked your b*tch for both of us, flame pan
If you like my product, buy
No fake zone, fake times, in the boss's sights
FaceTime across Latin America
I already f*cked your b*tch for both of us, flame pan
If you like my product, buy
I like other things, me, just chill
A bit more of hitting a clap and a hi-hat
I got global cash to be one of the best
I got bored of making trap, bro, I wanna make folklore
We're in Santiago, La Banda, land of singers
I'm friends with the Carabajal cousins, with La Sole
Don't front me with records, much less your millions
Because you don't even have enough to fill halls, stand up and listen
I'm so good I could pull out my ego and rub my money on them like they do in their songs
I have the bank account to buy myself three millionaire mansions and still have some left for a Porsche
I got an ego as big as the d*ck, but I never showed myself pricey
I was born with other gifts, tough feet, pure data
By now, age, quality and quantity, there's no comp
We are audiovisual prefecture
The scene's got daddy issues if they don't see my name anymore
Today I woke up with two bodies at dawn
Because of the night's madness
I keep thinking why now it feels so weird to live so well
If I waste it, it's that I don't know what to do
It's that it still caresses and hurts, hurts
Do you always say the same thing?