THC

'We’re making money', dude
A-A-A-And I’m flying high in a jet, man, I’m way up
I’m hitting your girl and making her feel alive
Babe, put on a coat, 'cause tonight you’re coming up

And it’s cold
Screw anyone who wants to mess with my stuff
I’m not single and I’m having a threesome with your girl
I’m selling more weed than in your neighborhood, let’s go

'We’re making money', dude
A-A-A-And I’m flying high in a jet, man, I’m way up
I’m hitting your girl and making her feel alive
Babe, put on a coat, 'cause tonight you’re coming up

Hey, 'we’re making money', dude
Where am I from? You know it, I’m from La Calma, dude
Aha, haha, where’s your girl, dude?
Oh right, give me a break, here on my dick, dude

Hey, I don’t mess with the weak
With my body full of ink, I look like a savage
Stop talking so much shit, from up here I can’t hear you
The counting machine broke, it just tells me I have a lot

Automatic, put my piece on fast
I’m rolling with dead presidents, even with tombstones
I got blue diamonds and my jewels come from Antarctica
Every time I say: The best, say: The Machine

What’s up, losers, all?
In the end, none of you are making more money than us
Never, neverland
Your damn mother
With Papi Arca, no

Yeah, I don’t mess with rats
No pigs in my circle
You don’t see how badass I look, it’s ridiculous
You’re three things: my fan, a loser, and my disciple
I have more in horses than you have in vehicles (yeah, uh, Austin, baby)

I know you know that since my start I’ve separated from you with my huge style
The scent of my perfume is intense money
I pull out the wood and everyone shits themselves from suspense
I hit the street and I’m prone to shine

I have actions in Ferrari and I’m not named Enzo
Brand new, breaking the combo, Kenzo
(I take them out from afar without forcing, flow DiVincenzo)

'We’re making money', dude
A-A-A-And I’m flying high in a jet, man, I’m way up
I’m hitting your girl and making her feel alive
Babe, put on a coat, 'cause tonight you’re coming up

And it’s cold
Screw anyone who wants to mess with my stuff (yes sir)
I’m not single and I’m having a threesome with your girl (okay)
I’m selling more weed than in your neighborhood, let’s go

'We’re making money', dude (money, dude)
A-A-A-And I’m flying high in a jet, man, I’m way up
I’m hitting your girl and making her feel alive
Babe, put on a coat, 'cause tonight you’re coming up

'We’re making money', dude
Where am I from? You know it, I’m from Santurce, dude