I'm classy, this is art-gallery trap
You're corny, Rocky “The Kid,” straight trash
I'm a champion, Rocky Marciano, Rocky Balboa, Rocky Maivia
I’ve got the route, I’ve got the lane, yeah, I own the lane
I blow it all night and stack it all day
So much money that, I like it when
They gold-dig me, that’s why I screw all these harpies
You don't know what it's like to be at sea with two hundred hoes
That the flight attendant suck your d*ck in the sky
What it's like to drop five hundred thousand in the strip-club
That's why your opinion matters zero to me
That's why you're 101st in the Top-100 and I'm first
They're not rappers anymore, now they're podcasters
My barber is earning more than you
F*cking and traveling all around the world
Drinking a lot of champagne, we're never dry
First Verstappen arrived, then Checo arrived
If Pablo saw me, he'd say that I'm a badass
You're talking shit while me and my people are in Monaco
Drinking a lot of champagne, we're never dry
They're talking to themselves, they're talking to the echo
The money sign, that's my new zodiac
Light up a cigar, my family is in Monaco
Just yesterday, I was twenty years old
I was caressing time, and I was playing with life
As we play with love, and I lived the night
Without counting on my days, which were escaping in time
Believe me, the F1 cars are faster in person
Sofía Vergara is beautiful, but she's more beautiful in person
What you do doesn't impress me
It's like scoring a goal after Messi and Maradona
They don't know you even in your neighborhood
Yesterday, I was with LeBron, also with DiCaprio
They asked me how the stadium tour went
We talked about family and millionaire topics
I mean, multimillionaires, I mean, billionaires
I haven’t given a damn about radio for a long time
For a while I quit trap, I left it to Eladio
Got a wire today, and I got a GRAMMYs nomination
Again they criticized me and I didn't care about any of them
I stay cool, minding my own
Don Vito, Don Beno, from the Beatles, John Lennon
To my grandchildren when I die I'll leave them a hundred plots of land
To all my ladies, the asses and the breasts
And to my haters an F-40 without the brakes
Why? So that they crash, so that they kill themselves
Red or white, matte black, which do you want?
Why? So that they crash, so that they kill themselves
May they rest in peace, I'm still on the yacht
Drinking a lot of champagne, we're never dry
First Verstappen arrived, then Checo arrived
If Pablo saw me, he'd say that I'm a badass
You're talking shit while me and my people are in Monaco
Drinking a lot of champagne, we're never dry
They're talking to themselves, they're talking to the echo
The money sign, that's my new zodiac
Light up a Phillie, the family is in Monaco
Just yesterday, I was twenty years old
I was caressing time, and I was playing with life
As we play with love, and I lived the night
Without counting on my days, which were escaping in time