Montecarlo

We're looking for the cash, cruising in the Montecarlo
The cops stopped me and asked if I'm carrying
I am, can't see the eyes I'm holding
Thanks to the godfather, I have money to fix us up

Another blunt of marijuana
I don't want to fall in love, leave the drama
If we're with girls who put on the discounts
Playing cumbia until morning comes
It became a habit to live it in the early hours

Put a stop, he arrived
The one who grew up in the hood, check him out
He started from the bottom, no tricks
I come from San Luis Potosí, yes

I'm flying, with my feet on the ground
Turn up the volume, thanks to my people for not leaving
I'm flying, with my feet on the ground
I'm flying, amidst the smoke

I'm calm, but if you want, come over
People know us when we arrive at the party
This is not a robbery, I brought street flow
I'm used to damn dogs barking

I'm with El Moler moving pure poison
Always moving forward as my grandfather taught me
I don't bow my head and I hit them straight
They say they bring style, what they bring is pure dream

No one escapes their destiny
Don't blame someone if it doesn't work for you
Pure fine style, don't expect me to change
Making noise on your corner and on your street

I'm flying, with my feet on the ground
Turn up the volume, thanks to my people for not leaving
I'm flying, with my feet on the ground
I'm flying, amidst the smoke

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