Plaza Con Prada (part. Alemán y DJ Premier)

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Ah, pour another drink, babe
If the streets gave out awards, I’d have a Grammy by now
Check out the scene, Lambos, Ferraris
My Cartier says it’s time to hit the party

The yacht’s packed with ladies, all puffing on my stash
Future boss of the game, stacks in the bag
This life is rough, just ask Oscar
Stay cool with the crowd, they might not recognize ya

The bills are dirty, but they still count
Don’t let the shipment drop, keep the plan on route
Coming down from the mountains with tracks from Vale
We brought you a serenade, just listen to the metals

Blessed among the cursed with death close by
The people and the agents, all paying rent
Smart since we were kids, no one pulls a fast one
A joint to chill out in case the devil tempts me

Everyone knows how it ends, nothing goes down here
The plaza’s under control and the cops are well-paid
All for rocking Burberry and Prada
Here everyone’s got your back, and no one gets stuck

Everyone knows how it ends, nothing goes down here
The plaza’s under control and the cops are well-paid
All for rocking Burberry and Prada
Here everyone’s got your back, and no one gets stuck

Hey, these kids don’t mess around
They run the plaza and they’re packing heat
Always seen cruising in the new rides
A brand new Ferrari Spider

TV stars and the hottest models
All the haters, that’s why they’re jealous
Up in the sky, their dad’s watching over
And he’s got an AK for protection

Trying to act tough, like what’s up
If you betray them, the reaper’s coming for ya
We’re just grinding, looking for the dough
With the blessing that always comes from their mom

The shipment’s here, packages coming from Culichi
No one messes with them, always rolling with their crew
To avoid any accidents, they’ve got several agents on the payroll
And the government’s a client too, the whole block’s always hot

Everyone knows how it ends, nothing goes down here
The plaza’s under control and the cops are well-paid
All for rocking Burberry and Prada
Here everyone’s got your back, and no one gets stuck

Everyone knows how it ends, nothing goes down here
The plaza’s under control and the cops are well-paid
All for rocking Burberry and Prada
Here everyone’s got your back, and no one gets stuck