[Intro: Arcángel]
Daddy, listen to what I'm going to tell you (Attention)
You say 'I have a climbing chop', but, ha
If you say that money doesn't change people
You're just not making money
Prra
Oooh!
[Chorus: Arcángel & Peso Pluma]
We walk high, the peso with Arca, money flies, ah-ah
I have these bastards sucking, they look like a hooker, yeah-eh
I'm going for twenty years hitting them like a ballplayer, mmm (Daddy A)
And if I retire I'll leave Austincito and they'll get screwed too, ah-ah (Ah)
We walk high, the peso with Arca, money flies, ah-ah
I have sucked these bastards, they look like a hooker, yeah-eh
From Jalisco I am staying with the whole world, mmm
I am an artist, but I live like a ranch boss, ah-ah (Ah, ah)
[Verse 1: Arcángel]
Pablo and Gustavo got together on a farm counting the kids' (Oh)
Featherweight's cousin, bastard, I'm a heavyweight (Ah)
For those who snore loudly, I eat them and shit them
I have a suite in Condado (Shiu)
Four bitches that nail me, in Santurce I'm Jordan in Chicago (Auh!)
For my children the combis are Kith (Kith)
Snore and we'll leave you without front teeth (Teeth)
I always get out of hand
I'm going to change my last name to Austin Smith (ah)
I have like three coves full
The money is kept in a suitcase
'Do you hate me'? Three damns to me
Whoever sucks it, respects me (Uh-wuh!)
[Chorus: Arcángel & Peso Pluma]
We walk high, the peso with Arca, money flies, ah-ah
I have these bastards sucking, they look like a hooker, yeah-eh
I'm going for twenty years hitting them like a ballplayer, mmm (Daddy A)
And if I retire I'll leave Austincito and they'll get screwed too, ah-ah (Ah)
We walk high, the peso with Arca, money flies, ah-ah
I have sucked these bastards, they look like a hooker, yeah-eh
From Jalisco I am staying with the whole world, mmm
I am an artist, but I live like a ranch boss, ah-ah
[Verse 2: Peso Pluma]
The first was Daytona, I never had bad luck, I worked a thousand hours
Let them continue searching, but they did not have the school of great people
The one that sails, 4.5 cries
The one who created his own soundtrack
Now several people are already lighting candles for me
They send the account to the accountant
The infinity chain and the one I wear on my belt never gets stuck
Superona and 4.5, from Houston to Puerto Rico
The little boy is from Mexico and here I remain firm, I count little bills
That's why I never get upset or suffer because of any butt
[Interlude: Peso Pluma & Arcángel]
I want to know if you
They like Mr. Santos' music
The one who started trapping first of all!
This bastard is an idol to me
Let the cry for Arcángel be heard loudly!
Uh!
[Chorus: Arcángel & Peso Pluma]
We walk high, the peso with Arca, money flies, ah-ah
I have these bastards sucking, they look like a hooker, yeah-eh
I'm going for twenty years hitting them like a ballplayer, mmm (Daddy A)
And if I retire I'll leave Austincito and they'll get screwed too, ah-ah (Ah)
We walk high, the peso with Arca, money flies, ah-ah
I have sucked these bastards, they look like a hooker, yeah-eh
From Jalisco I am staying with the whole world, mmm
I am an artist, but I live like a ranch boss
[Outro: Arcángel]
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Hey Flow
Hear this flow