HOY VALE DINERO (part. Oney1 y Akapellah)

I'm taking my seat, what’s coming is heavy (yeah)
I’ve always swum against the current
And today I’m looking for more cash for my checking account
Out of sight, out of mind, that’s how it goes

That’s why I didn’t believe what those hoes said
Their ways are shady, they just want cash, not love
I’m a softie and I fall in love easily, ha (easily)
In the end, I’m the one who ends up guilty (yeah, yeah)

40 grams in the Ziploc, smoking with the crew
Still rolling with the same homies since there was no one around
We’ve had this since we were kids
Values come first, the rest will follow

If it doesn’t come, we’ll go get it, today we’re paying for the clothes
The show’s blowing up, we’re burning it down, the best by far
From Uruguay to the world, from the world to another plane
We’re building strong, that’s why we’re not rushing, ah

I’m not taking anything with me if I die
I’m hitting the studio, laying down a new hook
It’s not easy being honest
Everything I write today is worth money

I’m not taking anything with me if I die
I’m hitting the studio, laying down a new hook
It’s not easy being honest
Everything I write today is worth money (yeah)

We’ve been growing little by little, finding our place on the map
From rapping barefoot to having the best gear
Sometimes I hang on thinking that time is what kills
That’s why I prefer memories over cash

I’m with the usual crew, breaking ground where we always do
Now there’s over a thousand here, before it was just twenty
The love from my people, the hate from the haters
Staying stuck here, taking the next step

I’ve been to places I can’t even believe
I went on tour to Uruguay, landed in Montevideo
I learned on my own in this game, to produce, to record, to make beats
To mix, even shot the video

If you saw where I come from, I’ve already won
Two hours from downtown (yeah, yeah), in the west, a rough neighborhood
I rap for all those who didn’t dare
Who as kids had their dreams locked up

I’m not taking anything with me if I die (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m hitting the studio, laying down a new hook
It’s not easy being honest
Everything I write today is worth money

I’m not taking anything with me if I die
I’m hitting the studio, laying down a new hook
It’s not easy being honest (yeah-yeah, ah)
Everything I write today is worth money (yeah)

Pepito double with mayo and ketchup
One day for Hydro, and the other for Kechu
Untamed, a real craftsman
A happy kid, versatile with the pencil, singing for free with my Patricks

Wow, too much of a kid for the corner
The street’s stingy, it’s starting to look like Palestine
Clandestine transactions, tears in the retina
A routine that never ends, that’s Latin America

From dust we are, and to dust we shall return (yeah)
Just anecdotes on the day we’re gone
All this cotton and this polyethylene
Will end up hanging in the closet of someone we don’t even know, okay

I just want the world to know my name
To own the globe when my back bends
And as the years go by, my legacy grows
And men take my example to broaden their horizons

I’m not taking anything with me if I die (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m hitting the studio, laying down a new hook
It’s not easy being honest
Everything I write today is worth money

I’m not taking anything with me if I die
I’m hitting the studio, laying down a new hook
It’s not easy being honest
Everything I write today is worth money

Yeah