No Fue Suerte
Chuy Montana
It Wasn't Luck
On the road, my crew's all about the fight
And when I roll through, I kick up the dust
And with my crew, cruising in Can-Ams, that's how we roll
All over Baja, that's how we look
We're a squad, ready to go in a flash
The girls are ready, just waiting to cruise
And man, those machines roar when we hit the dunes
Turbo S, revved up, that's the ride we love to slide
The Polaris flyin' high, always on the side
From the 18, we pop a whiskey to toast
And let the whole crew see, damn right
Cha-ching!
And all about the fight, old man
And up with the road
And pure Mafia
Family comes first, that's the saying we live by when we roll
With all the crew, I enjoy cruising through Mexico and beyond
My crew's all about the fight, and there are plenty of witnesses
I have a blast with all my friends
I light a little smoke, smile, and let my mind soar
And it wasn't luck, we worked hard for this
If we spend, no big deal
Tomorrow will be better for us
Happy boats, cruising up a hill
With Montana playing, it's true
We were seen as too much
And just like that, old man
And let the whole crowd see us on the road
Cha-ching!