LEARN LYRICS

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá

Cashing, cashing

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá

Money-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta

The usual ones want money

The rats have their a*ses all padded

To the daddies in ties

This kitty eats them with lemon

I've got the big cumbia, I'm hot

And I twerk even in the middle of the trash

We're a bunch, more than the cops

We're tougher

We fight without water cannons

Take out the cash, come carefully

That way your brain thaws out

Grandma, bring out the pot

We're eating rice with beans

Let it get inside you

Record with the phone, phone, phone

Hit it with the reggaeton

The usual ones want money

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá, tra

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá

Money-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta

Like gum, you stretch the money

It's torture, like Shakira said

I with money or without money

In the end I always do what I want

Whatever

This generation has the revolution

With the cellphone

It has more power than Donald Trump

Let yourself be seen in New York

Everybody wants to hit the flow

Even if we end up limping

Even if they tear out our eyes

Whatever it takes

I got into reggaeton and I even shake my a*s for you

So that I send you the message again

So that you understand

Hey, money-tá

Piñata-ta-tá

Hey, we're not afraid

We're not afraid, no

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá

What for?

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá

If you took it from me

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá

Hold on

Money-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta

In the name of my grandparents

Little angels that dance from heaven

Guaynabichy, but feet on the ground

The fish dies by the mouth

And the money is on the hook

After today

We don't have a single hair left

Let 65 and Monserrate light up

Let's hit the street ready to fight

Keep all the yachts

For the victory, I don't want a tie

Because if all of us righteous ones unite

Over all that nonsense

Let them come out, let them come out

Let them fight, let them fight

Let's make the world hear it

Pull every piece out of the case

Let's see who's gonna f*ck with the Mapuche now

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá

Money-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta

Cumbia

In the end it's all because they want money

And the same a*sholes as always

They don't give a damn about the people

Everything is money, money, money, money

We take off our bras

We raise the scarves

Green like marijuana

The one the old lady sells

Whose pension isn't enough

But she has a good heart

Clandestine marijuana

But how, if all Latin America smokes it?

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá

How you like it

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We know your deal

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá

If you don't like to hold the line

Then get out

Give it your all, otherwise, what for?

Give it your all, otherwise, what for?

Money-ta-ta-ta-ta-tá

Money-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta