Plata (part. LEGADO 7)

Cash
From the frosty frames
That I found while roaming
In the shady scenes
I jumped into the ring, my hands are burned up

Today I’m counting
A ton of cash
I told that blonde to get lost
She used to ignore me

And a thrill with the distorted gaze
And a fat joint eases the craving, I got nothing missing

You can see the trucks
They're rolling in real good
From the poverty, I broke free, put over a thousand stones in my Cartier

White girl with black hair
Baby, you're the one who asks
You dance like a pro
Don't worry, babe
The crew's got my back

You really like my vibe
You're classy and cute, I’m charming and rough
Just don’t let your mom know

And a thrill with the distorted gaze
And a fat joint eases the craving, I got nothing missing

You can see the trucks
They're rolling in real good
From the poverty, I broke free, put over a thousand stones in my Cartier