La Gerencia (part. Arcángel, Wisin, Hanzel La H y Fronti)

Here, there's nothing to prove
This is all about respect
The Management

We came out of the streets and the ghetto, and we established respect
In the club, the packs are flying, and if you don't like it, we’ll kick you out (you know)
They can't, they can't, not with us
Because in the club, the packs are flying, and if you don't like it, we’ll kick you out

They say, they say we weren't gonna make it, huh (Tito El Bambino)
They freeze up when El Patrón exhales (yeah)
We got money, words, and all the bullets (yeah)
Pound for pound, no one can match us

We hit the streets and you can feel the pressure (huh)
I'm El Patrón, they can't compare
Park music now sounds worldwide (uh-huh)
Are you crazy or what?

I don’t throw nets, I work face to face (hard)
Here we don’t fight, we’ll knock out your teeth
No fakes allowed, neither you nor your crew
If they come here, the bullets are hot

The bullets are hot (the bullets are hot)
The bullets are hot (the Money Society, you heard?)

We’re leveling up (yeah), the one who blessed me, I can’t see
You hear a shot, bro, and you’re gonna run (you’re fucked), brr, brr, brr, brr
Don’t come here to mess around
Times have changed for those who had no power (uh-huh)

We keep it powerful, rolling with seventy and I’m not Héctor
All the Glocks with chips to kill bugs (prr, prr, prr)
No, I don’t, I don’t brag about the streets, I show it (no)
Yeah, I do, I do get in and kidnap them (no, no)

I haven’t fallen since I got connected (uh-huh)
Before I wanted the jewels, now I shine without the baguettes
From the sky, the packs fall, and I’m supposedly looking for faith
I’m holding on to Christ, who the hell is gonna do what?

Powerful, rolling with seventy and I’m not Héctor
All the Glocks with chips to kill bugs (prr, prr, prr)
No, I don’t, I don’t brag about the streets, I show it (haha)
Yeah, I do, I do get in and kidnap them (no, no)

Jumbo, you copy?
It’s been decades dishing out the fish

I hopped in the Nova (yeah!), heading down to Carola (yeah!)
Tito, calm down, or the wave will cover you (hey!)
From Carolina to San Juan, from Trujillo to Cayey
If you pull a fake, you’ll know who the heavyweights are (double!)

Dude, don’t try it, there’s more money, more weight (hard)
A tough rooster, a warrior, no going back (huh)
Papa W, if I activate, I’ll straighten you out
Better stay still or you’ll be left printed (hey!)

Here, everyone’s tested (uh-huh)
We always roll in private jets
Along the coasts of Monaco with the Porsche all decked out
It’s always the one who gambles with me that gets left behind

And don’t talk to me about guerrilla, or that they roll with the gang
I make three moves and flip the script
What you earn in a year is worth my necklace
Even if you seem tough, you’re still a little fish

We came out of the streets and the ghetto, and we established respect
In the club, the packs are flying, and if you don't like it, we’ll kick you out (you know)
They can't, they can't, not with us
Because in the club, the packs are flying, and if you don't like it, we’ll kick you out (yeah)

When I arrive, they glitch and the girls pitch
This whole crew is LV, even my glasses match
I’m still champion, José Juan Barea
If you’re not from this crew, we’ll apply it anywhere

The club is lit and the VIP is packed
All the girls are mine and the jewels are my amulet
If you cross us, we’ll take you out, this is respect for respect
So much money I made for my grandkids' grandkids

I can retire, live in peace
The best pound for pound, damn, the best kilo for kilo
This flow is wild, it’s not for sale or rent
These people roll in Retro, but they’re waiting in line

I’m burlete, lero-lero, without leaving I’m already first
This is from Parque to Cataño, the Money Society
I’m gonna travel the whole world, and if I die one day
Bye, a warrior died, like Brayy in Barrio Obrero, yeah

Hahaha, hey (hey)
Let’s give you a brief explanation of the modus operandi we have (hahahahahahaha)
Au

I move like a boss (yes)
No more packs fit in the pockets of my jeans (no, no, no)
No ammo in the clip of the Rubicon (wuh)
I got tickets, no more crossings fit in the Chrome bag (haha)

Oh, my God, I don’t care what that guy had (no)
Every year that passes, my price goes up (yes), hey
I got a tamer for the tough ones (prra)
With the FMJ that pierces shields (au)

I’m Arca, even if it’s not cold, the beanie is Prada (beanie)
You can see the long clip I put on the mini (mini)
To set you on fire like the Sun of Phoenix (yeah)
Free La H, free Dobleta, free CHIMI (wuh), yeih

The legend is entering, ladies and gentlemen (ladies and gentlemen)
I’ve never touched instruments and the sticks have drums (ru-tu-tu-tun)
I don’t run for gossip, nor for rumors (no)
At this level we’re at, the elevators don’t go up (yeah), shh

They don’t even go up the pilots (-loto')
And don’t look for your house to be decorated with holes (prr, wuh!)
When they talk about me, let them say it right
I’m the best, I’m not one of the best (arca), prra

Okay
W, Wisin
Hanzel La H (this is The People of the Boss)
Fronti (the Money Society, you heard?)
And from boss to boss
This is a conversation between bosses, prra!

The Money Society
Hanzel La H The One with the White Eyes
Jumbo The One Who Produces Alone
Mera, tell me, Mueka
Hyde The Chemist, directly from The Base
Au!
Prra