It's already 3:51 and the old man got up, he's about to slice the cheese
He makes it to dawn with corridos if that's what he wants
A bag of coke just to make it to dawn
An LV belt that shows off his good style
Well-dressed and his way is to floor it
It takes more than one to reach him anywhere
He doesn't give much trust but fears nobody
He looks calm but if I tell you
He's very reserved and chooses with whom he moves among the crowd
Whoever's real with him, he picks his friends, he likes to keep it 100
And a cold Henny, he sparks up a little smoke
When he's cruising mellow, and yeah, rolling relaxed
Just Corridos Tumbados, old man, straight Junior H
He always carries his mother's advice
From his father the old man picked up the ways
He enjoys life 'cause there's not gonna be a second one
But my way is that when it's time
It's for the old man to cruise in a Maserati
Corridos playing while the wind races
The speedometer climbs f*cking fast
If it's a 50 and they spot us they start to ticket me, a gesture to the sky
And he blows the smoke to the wind, he's grateful to the one above, that's true
For the moments and this life that was a gift
I take my leave now, I'm AK, at your service, sure
And a cold Henny, he sparks up a little smoke
When he's cruising mellow, and yeah, rolling relaxed