She wants me to go see her right now
We give her what she needs
She hugs me and feels the little Glock
And iced out up to the teeth
They think that I'm a criminal
Because of the smoke and this atmosphere
Because I hang out with so many people
Don't ask me what I've got in my glass
Two Cayennes are the ones keeping pace
Two skulls are what she has on her arm
Affirmative, five by five, on point
In the Mercedes I play her corridos
She turns it down so as not to make more noise
Her man thinks that I'm his friend
And that's how the tumbados sound, little one
And even if he floors it, he can't catch me
The sports car always passes them
And now they just look up at me
They come and tell me that they care about me
They don't even know me, they just stare
How I move, how it shines
Her eyes have me wrapped up
Her perfume with the scent of her body
The wind takes your kisses away from me
What we lived through were moments
Don't ask me what I've got in my glass
Two Cayennes are the ones keeping pace
Two skulls are what she has on her arm
Affirmative, five by five, on point
In the Mercedes I play her corridos
She turns it down so as not to make more noise
Her man thinks that I'm his friend