A hundred million spinning in a Can-Am
And the pistols, you already know where they go
A shout-out to the haters, how are y'all?
That they hate me, that's part of my plan, yeah
My bad, motherf*ckers, but I'm grown
Always with new swagger and theirs is worn out
It's not Simon who says now, now I'm the one that says
Your crew wants to crew up with me
I f*ck 'em three by three like I was the Migos
Hey, d*ck-sucker, you and I aren't friends
Here there's no need to pretend
I'm rocking sneakers you can't snag
Focused making cash, I took seven Adderall
Who's number one, there's not even that need to ask
From PR to the world, thanks to the one that believed
You felt the pressure when the truck ran you over
If they call their dad, I'm the one that will pick up
And if it goes bad for them, it's not my fault
Eh-eh-eh-eh, motherf*ckers, it's not my fault
I'm at my peak, I'm on my own
A hundred million spinning in a Can-Am
And the pistols, you already know where they go
A shout-out to the haters, how are y'all?
That they hate me, that's part of my plan, yeah
My bad, motherf*ckers, but I'm grown
Always with new swagger and theirs is worn out
What? Yeah, hehe, the lyrics
Yo, the bunny sent me some sh*t so I'd spit
Now he's in the studio waiting
Turn that sh*t on, let's get the f*ck out
In PR it's little cars and in Miami it's the Lambos
The rookie showed up who jumped all the ranks
Now they all want to drop theirs
I'm with Bad Bunn' ghosting
Two hundred grand in jewelry, I'm shining even in daylight
In a Can-Am all over the beach spinning around
When I parked I saw that your lady
Copped the style of opening doors
We dropped this and the game changed, what?
And if they're gonna book me, it's more than thirty
In a little car or in a Corvette
All of 'em wanna race me and none asks for the challenge
I have a Rollie and I don't even look at the time, I'm roulette
All these haters suck me off, they're quarters
They've got two faces, this outfit really is pricey
If they flex, we shoot and burn rubber in their face
They're two-faced quarters, all my babes are pricey
If I send them they shoot, rrr, and we burn rubber in your face
A hundred million spinning in a Can-Am
And the pieces, you already know where they go
A shout-out to the haters that are fans
That they hate me, that's part of my plan, yeah
My bad, motherf*ckers, but I'm grown, yeah
I blew past them at two hundred miles, they fell asleep, yeah
I fall in love every month
One babe wants money, another wants me to kiss her
Each one gets what they deserve
Check the Billboard, I've been number one twelve months
For everyone that criticizes me, they can j*rk me off
Take a hundred-dollar bill
So you know how it smells, smells
And now I even have the gringos conspiring
Because they know the Boricua is killing them
Suck my d*ck, motherf*cker
Now everybody is calling
I'm retiring soon, I don't know when
I spit on them like Triple H entering
Spinning around in PR or in Orlando