Cenizienta (part. Omar Montes)

Don’t tell me the movie, you’re like my ex
Then you suck it, huh, you’re like my ex
Hanging with Jess and waking up with Inés
When I go out, it’s to get it on with three
Greek and French, atheist but blessed
From Santiago, Galicia, the West
I’m rocking a gold Rolex but don’t even know the month
She acts like a tiger but she’s a fucking Siamese

The hot spots, the deals, and the sales
I’m in Pan Bendito, let the fakes bail
If I hit Panthera, I’m bringing the tools
And all those girls, when I show up, they get hot
Addicted to the streets and what it represents
The drum clips and the junkies are on the rise
The Mexican scar and the stacks of 50s
I either take it to the bank or blow it at midnight like Cinderella

Black tint, the ride’s rolling
God’s watching over me from above
When I’m out there
Black matte, the metals
Come on, cutie, inside the club
I’m burning hash

I’m Marvel, Tony Parker, Vince Carter
I’m headed to hell at the boarding gate
Late, always late, so just bounce
When you swing by, we’ll meet in the park
A being of light, but if the cops come, peace out
With the purity of the North but the charm of the South
A rockstar like Kurt, loaded with cash, Prosegur
I was talking to your girl, and she just wants yogurt

Shake that ass if you’re my hot mama
'Cause I’m throwing all this cash at you
I’m burning flowers, the night is dark
She wants the streets and knows I come from there
Addicted to the streets, to the women, and the missions
She shakes her ass like she’s supposed to
I already know her intentions
I’m gonna blow all the cash drinking and smoking blunts

Black tint, the ride’s rolling
God’s watching over me from above
When I’m out there
Black matte, the metals
Come on, cutie, inside the club
I’m burning hash