“Chufulas” is a high-energy corrido tumbado that feels like an invitation to a never-ending VIP party. The narrator brags about being pedo (drunk) on a random weekday, showering everyone with lana (cash), and flying in the most attractive women from Culiacán to Paris. Luxury brands, champagne, nonstop music, and bold shout-outs to figures like El Chino Ántrax paint a flashy picture of excess where danger is shrugged off with a confident grin. In this world, status is measured by how hard you party, how much you spend, and how loudly you can outshine rivals who “me la van a pelar” (can’t compete with him).
Beneath the fun bravado lies a nod to the blurred line between wealth and the maña—organized crime culture—though the singer claims he only looks like he’s part of it. The chorus repeats a carefree mantra: as long as the money flows and the mood stays wild, nothing else matters. “Chufulas” becomes slang for the good life: loud music, designer clothes, and the thrill of living sin sueño—too hyped to sleep. In short, the song is a swagger-packed snapshot of modern regional Mexican music, celebrating reckless freedom and the seductive pull of luxury.