Yeah, running after the dollars
Yeah, yeah, from the dollars
Running after the dollars (Duko, Lucho)
Of the dollars
Young Blood
Tell me, Pierre (Wow, Awesome), ha
I’m smoking the fifth in the fish tank, amphibious flow (Oh-oh)
Changing skins, Prada, Dior, the Visa is asking for help (Prr!)
I can’t stop killing the beats, maybe I’ll go to prison for homicide (Oh)
It seems that I have several lives, I change my car as well as my address (You already knew)
A-A Roleta and an AP (Yeah)
An i7 or AMG 63 (Yeah, prr)
Casablanca, bae, Moncler (Yeah)
We are not at all in the Patek
Tokyo, London, NY, LA
All these bitchies say my name
Running after the dollars
I will give them to my children and my grandchildren (Grrt-paw-paw!; Duko!)
Every-Every-Every time bigger, there is no longer any doubt’
I write ‘bar’, they always come out hard’
I have more than one skill (Grrt-pow!)
On God, I was growing them with a couple of moons’
I dream of being half of a certain Neruda (Prra!)
Sometimes my traps are crib tracks
Flow Jordan, there is no one to cover me
‘Toy dripping to my feet’ by Bape
I want a Hellcat and an AP on my wrist
More night in Paris than Kylian Mbappé
Here we are a legend, we are not a trapper
Starting the beat from the sample
I continue with the one who fought with me
Doubling today what was lost yesterday
Baby fine like Taylor Swift
He had gray hair and a frost neck
She told him: “Bae, no more heat, please”
I take her to Paris so she is happy
On the edge of everything jumping into the void
With a ‘full’ pocket and an empty heart
I put a Moncler on my cold heart
No one betrays if I don’t trust
If I don’t trust, mine are so clear
How I handle myself, I don’t deviate
That he never left me and I earned what was mine
Looking at the reflection ‘you’re my only friend
A-A Roleta and an AP (Yah!)
An i7 or AMG 63 (Yeah, prr!)
Casablanca, bae, Moncler (Yah)
We are not at all in the Patek
Tokyo, London, NY, LA
All these bitchies say my name
Running after the dollars
I will give them to my children, grandchildren
Co-Running after the dollars
I will give them to my children, to my grandchildren
Co-Running after the dollars
I will give them to my children, to my grandchildren
Running after the dollars (Of the dollars)
Of the dollars
Running after the dollars
(Running after the dollars)
I’m like Thompson, taking a corner
Moving them, I sew them, mine in the corner
Louis V is the bag and Supreme is the ski mask
We go out into the street to make you depressed (Ha)
When they see the ki that I handle (I handle)
They are trying to knock me down, mine’ ‘so clear’, I won’t let anyone
Doing things early to get rich when we’re old (Ha)
Now they want to agree with me, but when I told them they treated me like crazy
They just want to be on camera, but when they see me they end up out of focus
Focus, hoarse, the only champion from another country’, Toronto
Another friend singing alone, I smoke in El Halcón, Han Solo
A Roleta and an AP
An i7 or AMG 63
Casablanca, bae, Moncler
We are not at all in the Patek
Tokyo, London, NY, LA
All these bitchies say my name
Running after the dollars
I will give them to my children and my grandchildren.
One p
A Roleta and an AP, ha
Ha, tra-trap, yeah, oh-oh
SSJ, motherfuck’
