Capos (part. Victor Mendivil)

Dinner with the Rothschilds, also with the Rockefellers
I talk to the president to get some papers signed
AP, Richard, Jacob, Cartier, I got it like Ambani
Patek Philippe like Canelo, Tiffany cut

Anco from Zapata cracks, mind blank
I dance the horses and I ain't named Vivanco
Elite, friends with the masons and the cult
To move the goods, Walmart, the direct line

A shitload of NFL rings
Don't post the pic until it gets revealed
Italy, opera I got at the theater
In the H with the media and in the middle the M4

One, two, up to three hills of coke
With chocolate milk from Russia, the mocha flavor
Photos with Alec Monopoly over in Switzerland
At the Colosseum in Rome, a pass at the Leaning Tower

I'm heading to the Hamptons to throw some cash for a while
With Muslim sheikhs, they saw me close the deal
My car, through Dubai, has a single-letter plate
The luxuries I've indulged in are thanks to the tusi and the keta

I'm gonna take out the trash and run into the Kardashians
I always use fake names, that's why they never catch me
The law of attraction makes everything come to me
Shopping on Rodeo Drive, they stare at the cholo

With some hookers and the bosses' powder
I wake up in the morning with pics with old dudes
Pure blood is the Ferrari, they know I'm with the man
I move in a private jet, with my name on the door

Cars, money, women in excess
You know everything's all good and fair
It's not easy, my old man, I'm the grand master
They see me locked in, without neglecting the government

I light a blunt in the back of my truck
The speakers blast and the booties bounce
Out of all those girls, one stuck-up chick
Who plays dembows and the badass tunes

(I get hyped, quick, I explode in heat)
I'm so global, they write me from Japan
Well-armed, long and short guns
Missile launchers, bazookas, and bombs

Don't freak out if you see my escort
We're out here watching and patrolling the area
The area, the one I run
With my crew, they know the drill
For the fun, you know, I don't back down
'Cause we're all in with the bosses

I crack the paconas when I want, no problem
Here we don't stop making cash
I got good style, I earn my keep
(They see me going hard, Al Pacino style)

El Chino, Arechiga Gamboa
With red soles in Dubai and Sinaloa
Seven-star hotel, the character stays
They see him happy, a true magnate

Bang, bang, bang, the machine gun cracks
Bang, bang, bang, I take it to the five letters
Today, I'm gonna lock myself in with a blonde
So later, my cards can explode

Bang, bang, bang, jumping on the bed
Bang, bang, bang, the girl doesn't stop
Smoking, baby, all night long
Mailbox to the boyfriend, he doesn't answer calls

(And just like that, buddy Victor, the man)
(And like Einstein, when I die, steal my brain)
(So you can make the cash you couldn't, fuckers)
(They can all kiss my ass)

(Ca-ca-ca-cars, money, women in excess)
(Cars, money, women in excess)
(Cars, money, women in excess)
(You know everything's all good and fair)