First it was a kilo, then five hundred
I was in a Jettita, now in a GT500
And, mija, you better pay attention to my feelings
Although people say that I am very violent
Old man, take out a parakeet to be happy
We went up little by little, I remember it was slow
Now we are in one, the bosses are happy
Greetings to my captain, also to the sergeant
To make benjamines I found a way
Positive, effective, the efes, the bitches
One day in Buenos Aires and the other in Athens
What communication there are so many antennas
And the radio is satellite
With this we say goodbye, old man
More than two hundred on the freeway
Buzzing like hell, a sports car is going
Fucking money, I'm dying for you
It is because of you that I am a bandit
I don't know what I feel, but I love you
I'm dying to be with you
I don't know if I think more about your eyes
Or about putting on kilos
To make benjamines I found a way
Positive, effective, the efes, the bitches
One day in Buenos Aires and the other in Athens
What communication there are so many antennas
And the radio is satellite
Until next time, buddy
Compadre, let's sing one, relative