PIERDO EL COCO

Brr, yeah
Woah, yeah
Ah, goddamn (woah-woah)

Tell me where it is, brr, woah
I'm losing my mind over money (about the money)
Ah, I'm always thinking about cash
Woah, I'm getting all groggy (oh, wow)

Ynestrosa on your stomach causing SIBO (oh, wow)
All my thoughts, bitch, I have run through them (oh, no)
Come on, mommy, all for you, hmm, believe it now
Thoughts of greatness, bitch, like Borat
They thought I was washed, but this is Disobey
The more blind the bitch, the more she wants to bite
The more crippled the leg, the more desire to run
If you never had anything, you can't lose anything

Smoking pi-pi-pi-pineapple express
Lo-locomotive, I don't want express
Turn up the mood, put me in Harlem
I'll become the owner of your shake
Woah, goddamn

Tell me where it is, brr, woah
I'm losing my mind over money (about the money)
Ah, I'm always thinking about cash
Woah, I'm getting all groggy (oh, wow)

Money is a stripper that always goes up and down
It's empty calories, the sadness doesn't pass
Fucking a leather jacket is like going to McDonald's
First it excites you (ah), then you feel dirty
She says she's cooked, from smoking she gets a double chin
From listening and keeping the gist (and I don't sing)
I make her creative, she's gonna explode in conflict
I wasn't a rapper, just WhatsApp and Instagram
But I see so many pigeons that I felt the need
To position the genre to earn my daily bread
To spill it out and get it out, they're into your metarap (fuck)
I wasn't a rapper, just WhatsApp, Instagram (brr, brr, brr)

Goddamn