LYRICS GAME

There's no time, call later

Wants a day twice as long

G-U-E, Marracash, Charlie Charles

GMT for Daytona, Sky-Dweller presidential, urban legend

G-U-E

When you step out, bring your balls

I walk into the club, step off the spaceship

All these hotties tapping away

This iPhone is digital coke

Eyes closed I do it fresh

Hands free like Tesla

I hit the street like in Caracas

I f*ck her and she sings like Callas

Years pass and I get bigger like the Polo pony

In 2006 I already had gold teeth

You say, “Gué Pequeno, find me a job”

My lil bro aims for the head

He’ll give you a Hindu red dot

I think about the slammer, only the slammer

I grow up, like a bar mitzvah

Flat bench, four sets

With the barbell, your b*tch

Your life's in my hands like at the barber's

You're seated and the blade’s behind you

In the cells, in the streets, in the clubs, bro, in the big cars

Hear my voice, make the sign of the cross

Bro, put up dough, maccheroni

Hallelujah, hallelujah, I spend yen in Shibuya

On my wrist I’ve got an ’86 Pepsi

With the competition inside my North Face

Tick tick, tack tack

It’s money time, bro

Tick tick, tack tack

It’s money time, bro

Tick tick, tack tack

It’s money time, bro

Tick tick, tack tack

It’s money time, bro

She goes in hard with xanax

I live wild like a rocker

You’ve got too much free time, bro, relax

My time's precious, bro, Rolex

She goes in hard with xanax

I live wild like a rocker

You’ve got too much free time, bro, relax

My time's precious, bro, Rolex

You know I've seen more of the world than Drake

I'm talking about Nathan

I come, I dye your carpet red with my crew

Like the one at the Gala

Those buildings back home are wasp nests

You wanna wage war?

You look dumb, kid, but aren’t your folks

Brother and sister?

I spend cash in Montenapo

Flow fresh, mentholated

Montonato, Tony Montanato

I always take off with a strong nose

Sable, you're the sucker

Santeria is your vade mecum

F*ck bro, how much I made

Like three years in one, I felt like at Cepu

Innocent like OJ

Urban legend for the Hall Of Fame

Yeah, we're twins like DPG

But we're OG like Kray in the UK

I wear Diesel, Renzo Rosso

Submariner on my wrist

A joint fatter than our ego

Your summer track, bro, is an eco-monster

Tick tick, tack tack

It’s money time, bro

Tick tick, tack tack

It’s money time, bro

Tick tick, tack tack

It’s money time, bro

Tick tick, tack tack

It’s money time, bro

She goes in hard with xanax

I live wild like a rocker

You’ve got too much free time, bro, relax

My time's precious, bro, Rolex

Parcels with SDA from another SDA

I need a day at a SPA, whoa, hey