Papo aquí no hay funeral Aquí te damos doscientos Ya no hay flores pa' la tumba El que se preste se tumba Yo que tu no invento Ando con mueka, dos caretas Balas huecas en la escopeta Fumando, tirao pa atra' en la corbeta Afuera del trabajo tuyo esperando

You got to get back up And when they push you down, Push the dirt off your jersey than go for the cup Or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what Cause when you got the belt and the ring People with ya poppin' bottles, taking pictures look around

It's ya birthday, can a nigga get you somethin'? (Ayy) Stick out ya tongue (Ayy, ayy), can a nigga have some? (Ayy) Stick out ya tongue, girls wanna have fun (Yeah) Stick out ya tongue (Ayy, ayy), girls wanna have fun (Ayy) Stick out ya tongue (Ayy, ayy,

Ay, bitch I been goin' and goin' like the Energizer Yeah, I'm supplyin' the wood like Elijah In the cut, smokin' on indica Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya They say, they say life is a bitch and if that is the case then I'm finna surprise her

We the young niggas gettin' money, yeah Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah Niggas in the back, they gunnin', yeah VVS diamonds so stunning, yeah We the fuckin' Get Money Bros 30, you a fool for this one Ear Drummers

And loving you so, so, so, so I don't wanna know Who's taking you home, home, home, home I don't wanna know, know, know, know The way I used to love you, oh Are you happy now? The way I used to love you, no And the more I drink the more I think about you

Hey little sister don't shed no tears No woman no cry say say say Everything's gonna be alright (Oh ah oh ah) Sit sit sit I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we

The bartender said ya'll keep it down The party was goin' strong By the palm trees down at the tiki bar Right there in the Holidome We'd been sittin' there since happy hour Had the day off in Omaha And all those girls came in and they wanted to swim And

That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it That's it, that's it That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (ugh) Huh, it's Bebe 2 Chainz, yah Murda on the beat so it's not nice That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (yeah) That's it, that's it,

I'm scared to death when I see them arrive Infected eyes red, staring at me The time has come for retribution Now they're counting my actions The cries and shouts are confusing me Falling in disgrace, I don't want to go now And I am facing them, it seems