Babe, listen to what I'm going to say
You say that I'm living large, but
If you say that money doesn't change people
You simply aren't making money
We're riding high, Peso with Arca, money flies
I got these motherf*ckers sucking, they look like hookers, yeah-eh
I'm going on twenty years hitting them like a ballplayer, mmm
And if I retire I leave them Austincito and they're f*cked too
We're riding high, Peso with Arca, money flies
I got these motherf*ckers sucking, they look like hookers, yeah-eh
From Jalisco I'm taking over the whole world, mmm
I'm an artist, but I live like a ranch kingpin
Pablo and Gustavo got together on a farm counting the cash
Peso Pluma's cousin, motherf*cker, I'm heavyweight
For those that talk tough, I eat them and sh*t them out
I have a suite in Condado
Four b*tches that I f*ck, in Santurce I'm Jordan in Chicago
For my kids the outfits are Kith
Brag and we leave you without front teeth
I always go overboard
I'm going to change my last name to Austin Smith
I have like three stashes full
The money is kept in suitcases
You hate me? I give three f*cks
Whoever you blow respects me
We're riding high, Peso with Arca, money flies
I got these motherf*ckers sucking, they look like hookers, yeah-eh
I'm going on twenty years hitting them like a ballplayer, mmm
And if I retire I leave them Austincito and they're f*cked too
We're riding high, Peso with Arca, money flies
I got these motherf*ckers sucking, they look like hookers, yeah-eh
From Jalisco I'm taking over the whole world, mmm
I'm an artist, but I live like a ranch kingpin
The first one was Daytona, I never had fakes, I worked a thousand hours
Let them keep searching, but they didn't have that school of great people
The one that cruises, the 4.5 cries
The one who dropped his own soundtrack
Now several already light candles for me
They send the bill to the accountant
The infinity chain and the one I carry on my waist never jams
Superona and 4.5, from Houston to Puerto Rico
The kid is from Mexico and I'm still solid here, counting bills
That's why I never get down nor suffer over any little a**
I want to know if you all
like the music of Mr. Santos
The one who started doing trap before everyone!
This motherf*cker is an idol to me
Let the shout for Arcángel be heard loud!
We're riding high, Peso with Arca, money flies
I got these motherf*ckers sucking, they look like hookers, yeah-eh
I'm going on twenty years hitting them like a ballplayer, mmm
And if I retire I leave them Austincito and they're f*cked too
We're riding high, Peso with Arca, money flies
I got these motherf*ckers sucking, they look like hookers, yeah-eh
From Jalisco I'm taking over the whole world, mmm
I'm an artist, but I live like a ranch kingpin