En Bajita (part. Young Martino)

Young-Young-Young Martino

In a low voice, I don't like to be seen (no)
Nor snore with something that's not mine
Change the weather so the money starts pouring
Live like a drug lord, without moving a kilo

I want a private one and I'm not talking about going to the brothel
Those come home, and without asking for money
The neck always below zero, let them say 'That kilo guy'
My pencil is Donatello's brush

You saw that I spit fire if I feel like it
In a Lambo throwing money out the window
If I lack money, not the people who love me
Because there are wounds
That not even money can heal, no

I don't believe in relationships, no
I don't believe in love, no
But if you want, we can have sex, why not, yeah
A special shoutout to those who doubted me
From up here, you can't see them, José Feliciano, yeah

To lower it, tighten it
Millionaire or in a coffin
Sorry if my attitude bothers you
It's just that I don't get along with the crowd

And here I brought you a little appetizer
I don't go out with assholes or in groups
Always in a low voice, but making noise
And I don't suck up to anyone to find sound

Keep talking about me, give me importance
Quietly with eyes as if I'm from Asia
With Martino in Miami, the baby is from France
All these people copy me and don't even thank me, no

Young-Young-Young Martino