Chino Pacas invites us on an adrenaline-charged night ride through the corridors of Mexico’s street underworld. In slang-heavy verses he brags about keeping his cuerno (AK-47) close, inhaling tusi (a pink cocaine mix), and watching the money —the pacas— pile up. The track is a modern corrido that swaps traditional sorrow for swagger: he feels protected by a guardian angel, shuttles between Tijuana’s infamous HK club and cartel stronghold Culiacán, and is constantly surrounded by flirting morritas and the glow of green bills.
Behind the flashy imagery the song paints a raw portrait of the narco-party culture that fascinates many young listeners. It celebrates fast cash, fearless bravado, brotherhood, and the thrill of living on the edge, while also hinting at the ever-present risk that shadows that lifestyle. “Que Sigan Llegando Las Pacas” literally means “let the bundles keep coming,” and every line doubles down on that wish: more money, more women, more nights that burn bright and vanish with the sunrise.