Money In The Grave (feat. Rick Ross) - Drake

Can I get a rozay (rozay) Can I get a rozay (rozay) Let me get a huh (huh) Let me get a huh (huh) Huh I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna' elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya Shooters in the ground with fifth carats They give it down My lifestyle get busy, units is really real Put my bitches on Get money, stay out of the trap Fuck 'em long, smoke the bong, maybe go get a tat No illusion, quarter millie for this fucking cruse Called the deal, I've been planing over I kept it moving, (?) sent me real Protect me from these shooters Nice suits (?) Let me Shoot Stab wounds, they think we having fun Doing shows, fuck the hoes, dumb still on the run I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya Some niggas choke, Some niggas don't Pissing (?) that pot out of that Late to class, walk the halls Ain't one run out of two Say your name What's your game? My people the roof 4th of July, light up the sky Step off my shoe All I do is eat niggas & they call it food That's my food I assume You know we ain't in the room You hit the *Gun Pop* So floated like a balloon, fatal wounds Boy, nigga shall I say the rules A lot of goons, cocaine bitches consumed Still feel the room, Can't die Dream chasers, you fuck with Meek? You got to fuck with the con, Then my bone That DC up on my tongue I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya I'mma stand as a man never above ya I only take time out for all my bad bitches Ex bitches, My last bitch was far from a Rich Fast Chips G, (?) Mad rich, it's not for me, I'm careless Under my may trees, forty blocks up And 8 Mile, 8 While my shit was stacking Seven fifty's do eightm My nigga added Ho wow, Ho now They think it's magic I bring the best out your bitch, she living lavish I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya I do this for us I, I, I do this for us

Look at nigga Rozay, look at him Out there with that CrossFit shit Nigga think he a boxer, workin' out and shit Nigga done bought Holyfield crib, nigga Five hundred acres, a thousand rooms, nigga This nigga think he the champ Holyfield must have left a belt in that bitch for him Ya dig? I been touchin' that set, I made my way to a key I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street Quarter key got me livin' like I'm Don King Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding Nigga, ding ding Nigga, ding ding Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding License been suspended, ridin' with the yay I shit where I eat, I trap where I stay Smokin', bottle poppin', Belaire Rose And I don't give a fuck what pussy niggas say Michelangelo of this trap game Traded fifteen pounds of mid for a half a thing We mix that eighteen, now it's thirty-six Turned that midget to a brick, that's a pretty flip Shout out Mally Mall, I got a few bitches I don't get my dick sucked, unless it's two bitches My trap Mike Tyson, nigga, heavyweight I'm sleepin' in the trap, we open every day I'm parkin' on my block, I'm beatin' on my street Twelve all in my ass, they locked my [?] last week These niggas know they pussy, talkin' bout they robbin' Talkin' bout they eatin', these niggas out here starvin' I been touchin' that set, I made my way to a key I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street Quarter key got me livin' like I'm Don King Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding Nigga, ding ding Nigga, ding ding Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding Diamonds on my pinky, women on my dizzle Bulletproof the Lincoln, there go Ricky Rizzle I'm the Thrilla in Manila, Belaire, my Ciroc vanilla My cousin certified killer When he died, I know I cried a river You come and go, that came down from the Lord Every night I hit Rose case like a fuckin' voice Hallelujah, momma screamin' "Hallelujah" Pray for your son cause momma, you had you a shooter For this cocaine, they standin' in this cold rain In pneumonia weather tryna move that whole thing Heat game, season tickets, that's for my whole team '88 Mike Tyson, that's with the gold teeth Heavyweight, Don King, Robin Givens, big dreams I been touchin' that set, I made my way to a key I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street Quarter key got me livin' like I'm Don King Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding Nigga, ding ding Nigga, ding ding Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding

These are the things I can do without, come on I'm talking to you, come on Dope boy excellence They gave you life Elevation Uh (Cool & Dre) And in return, you gave Big blunts, dope boys wanna smoke with me (uh) Now we ride double M's through the whole city (huh) Niggas talkin' down, but they hoes feel me A nine figure nigga, all I wanna talk is business (facts) I seen a big mouth get a closed casket Self-made, took over the whole racket A kilo after kilo, see who move the most Two hundred foot yacht, she wanna see the coast (woo) You can't be chasing money with the wrong approach (no) Commas only comin' once you got a coach (huh) I'm the Walt Frazier, that's for all ages (ha) The Don Shula, shooter niggas, tall lasers (brrt) Bitch boys run to social media (woo) Rich nigga, name in Wikipedia (boss) If I fuck her once, she wanna fuck me twice (huh) All the real niggas clique up, let's get rich tonight Only the real recognize real Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace Uh, I put 50 on her wrist to make her nastier I'm doin' numbers on these niggas, it ain't no passing us Bad bitch sucking it out me, Count Dracula Whole gang with me on a 20-passenger Kraft with us at the table eating crabs with us Labels calling every day to get some cash to us Remember when they thought I wasn't smart, they tried to laugh at us But I still catch 'em at the door, like "Give them Pateks up" (give that shit up) Laugh now, cry later, play it cool, slide later, I know I'm gon' die later On a corner, a four pound, two dollars, some Now-and-Laters I'm a real life survivor, them people was tryna fade us Lil' shorty with me fine, she look like Sanaa Lathan I don't get her what she want, and she turn into a cry baby Bye baby, I be out of time, baby If they catch us on a date, you blowing up like the bomb, baby I made 20 mill' last month, you better make up yo' mind, baby You can do anything you want, just don't get out of line, baby I'm doin' anything I want, I'm having lunch with Tom Brady Talkin' 'bout his girl problems, I can't lie, I related Only real recognize the real I was so deep up in the field, I know how he feel I ain't make it to the NFL, but shit, I'm Meek Mill And every time they see me fail, shit, I prevail Every time I rap, it sound like I'm talkin' in gold, and I'll never sell my soul Only the real recognize real Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace Uh, yes My niggas got indicted, couple made it back (uh) Once you seen a hundred, then you made a stack (yes) I'm copping real estate like I'm still slinging crack I left Def Jam once I made the max (woo) Look at how I'm living, juggling the raps I told the record labels "You can keep the plaques" (huh) Choppers in the car, it ain't no need for masks (brrt) I do it how I do it with my evil ass Maybach Music Only the real recognize real Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real

Kanye told me that "Jesus Walks" in '04 But I grew up around Impala's and drug lords Welcome to Los Angeles, palm trees and drug stores All we know is rocks and presidents like Mount Rushmore Fuck the police, they hop out and bust doors I ain't goin' back to jail, nigga that's what I flush for My money or my glock, who do I trust more? I don't know, it's probably the one that I touch more Guess it's the green, 'cause paper motivate niggaz And my Rolex racist 'cause it hate niggaz I used to only sell 8's like that Laker nigga Now I'm movin' 24's like I play at the Staples Center You might miss The Game so nigga don't blink My Phantom stand out like Frank Lucas' mink So go ahead and think, like Frank Lucas think Somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin' kitchen sink about Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money") I get it, that Baby and Slim, Cash Money All the jewelry on your whole crew, that's my tax money That Pablo Escobar crack money That LeBron first Nike contract money That make it rain, all my niggaz throw a stack money Stack it to the ceilin' then call it Shaq money That walk in the club, straight to the back money Flavor of Love, Deelishis sittin' on my lap money That rap money, niggaz get clapped money Air Force One's don't bend when I trap money Ooooh, I'm Rich like Porter Havin' Alpo nightmares whippin' that water Like McDonald's, I was flippin' them orders In that '02 Porche truck, whizzin' through borders I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill' I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real? Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money") Somebody tell Snoop to pop open them briefcases Order that Patron, tell 'em we want three cases Fuck a black car, you see these green faces? Look at my chest, now you seen fakers Treat my money like the Cristal that we wastin' Cause I'm a money machine, I could re-make it You a fool thinkin' that Freddy could see Jason I've been iced out, like who the fuck need Jacob The doc told me to be patient, but I want Money like Dwight Howard, next time he a free agent I'm tryin' to make enough money so I could feed Asia Have Asians in the kitchen cookin' in Louis V. aprons Word to Martha Stewart, if I could park a Buick Then I could flip a Brink's truck, I got the heart to do it Ball like the nigga Tony Parker do it Speak no engles but dinero I talk it fluent Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")

One chance, two chances of three Think I got too much empathy, yeah I hold my grudges like I held you How does me tryin' to fix it Turn into "I'll just forgive it"? One chance, two chances were lost on you (oh) You can only dig the grave so deep Before you start to take me down, with you With you with you, with you, ooh I could never make you want me like I wanted to be wanted I could never really change you like I thought that I could I was tryna make us something out of nothing, we were nothing at all You can only dig the grave so deep You can only try to save something that's not already gone (It's so sad, what the fuck?) Said you'd be going out with all your boys And I'm crazy if I called you, right? Tables turned, now I'm out And you just called, like, thirty times (thirty times) Always a funny thing Watchin' the tough guy plead Oh, baby You can only dig the grave so deep Before you start to take me down, with you With you, with you, with you, ooh I could never make you want me like I wanted to be wanted I could never really change you like I thought that I could I was tryna make us something out of nothin', we were nothin' at all You can only dig the grave so deep You can only try to save something that's not already gone (gone, gone) That's not already gone That's not already gone (already gone) Ooh You had me, you had me for a minute The sad thing is you never would admit that you had me You had me for a minute there (ooh) You had me (you), you had me for a minute (had) The sad thing (me) is you never would admit (baby) that you had me (you) You had me for a minute there (had) But I could never make you want me like I wanted to be wanted I could never really change you like I thought that I could I was tryna make us something out of nothing, we were nothing at all You can only dig the grave so deep You can only try to save something that's not already gone (gone, gone) That's not already gone (gone, gone)

Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh Shake, shake, shake your money maker Like you were shakin' it for some paper Took your mama nine months to make ya Might as well shake what ya mama gave ya You, you lookin' good in them jeans I bet you look even better with me in between I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind But you's a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind I got on my right side, pourin' some cups My whole hood is to my left, and they ain't giving a fuck So feel free to get lose and get carried away So by tomorrow you forgot what you was sayin' today But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet And how everywhere you turn, I'll be making you wet 'cause you can Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and Switch it 'til you running right out of breath and Take a break until you ready again and You can invite over as many friends as You want to, but I really want you Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you somethin' to bump to, hey! Luda, I'm at the top of my game You want my hands from the bottom to the top of your frame And I just wanna take a lil' ride on your curves And get erotic, giving your body just what it deserves and Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius, yup! Call me the Renaissance man Get up, and I stay harder than a cinder block, man, hey! I'm just a bedroom gangster And I been meanin' to tell ya that I really must thank ya when you Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh Release Therapy, rock, rock, rock, rock Release Therapy, rock, rock, rock, rock Rock, rock, rock it and make it work, girl Please don't stop it until it hurt, girl You, you been lookin' a little tipsy So if you could just shake it a little this way See I'm a member of the BBC The original breadwinner of DTP And you the center of attention that's distracting the squad 'Cause everybody in the camp is like, "Oh my God, she could Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya Don't worry about them haters, keep your nose up in the air You know I got it, if you wanna come get it Stand next to this money like, eh, eh, eh

Te vi, me viste, al principio fue una broma Luego la verdad se asoma Intercambiamos sonrisas Pasó algún tiempo, poco menos de una hora Y por debajo de la mesa Tu tacón tocó mi bota Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana Después de eso nos veíamos casi a diario Nuestro amigo el calendario Nos dio 400 citas De tanto amarnos nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano Ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana, yeh-hey Pasando el tiempo, analizando la ruptura, la versión que tiene el lobo No es la de Caperucita De tanto amarnos, nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano, ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Seguramente pa la otra que nos veamos repitamos Lo de la primera cita, yeah, eh-eh-eh-eh Uh, mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh

Miras con tanta dulzura, hermosa criatura Tú mi bello ángel que cayó del cielo Soy un simple pobre diablo que corrió con suerte Que logró obtenerte por obra divina Pues en cada esquina te busqué Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Viniste a reconformarme, a rehabilitarme Tú mi bello ángel, yo estaba perdido Siento que después de ti yo soy otra persona Ya no me conozco, ¿qué paso conmigo? Por eso te digo que tú Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti

Compa ¿Qué le parece esa morra? La que anda bailando sola Me gusta pa' mí Bella Ella sabe que está buena Que todos andan mirándola cómo baila Me acerco Y le tiro todo un verbo Tomamos tragos sin peros solo tentación Le dije "Voy a conquistar tu familia" Que en unos días, vas a ser mía Me dijo Que estoy muy loco, pero le gusta Que ningún vato como yo actúa Ahí te va mija Y pura doble P viejo Así no más compa Pedro puro Eslabón Armado A las plebitas (cha-chau) No soy Un vato que tiene varo Pero hablando del corazón Te cumplo todo Me agarro Pegadito de su mano Mi compa ni se la creyó Que al pasar fui yo Su cuerpo Juro por Dios, que era tan perfecta Su cintura como modelo Sus ojos Desde el principio me enamoraron A ella le gusto Y a mí me gusta

Just come outside, for the night (Yeah) Take your time, get your light (Yeah) Shawty giant, huh-uh I been out geekin' Bitch Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Yeah) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Yeah) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' Fien', fien' (Yeah), fien', fien', fien' The career's more at stake when you in your prime (At stake) Fuck that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (Dot, yeah) I been flyin' out of town for some peace of mind (Yeah, yeah, bitch) It's like always they just want a piece of mine (Ah) I been focused on the future, never on right now (Ah) But I'm sippin', not kombucha, either pink or brown (It's lit) I'm the one that introduced you to the you right now (Mm, let's go) Oh my God, that bitch bite (That bitch bite) But alright (Alright), tryna vibe (Tryna vibe like this) In the night, come alive Ain't asleep, ain't a—, ain't a—, ain't-ain't-ain't— Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' Fien', fien', fien', fien' Fien', fien', fien', fien' Syrup, woah, what? What? (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) What? (Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah) (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah) (Yeah, hol' up, yeah) Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit it's been gettin' live, hol' up (Shit) Yeah, you try to come 'round 'bout this shit, they poppin' ya tires, hol' up (Shit) Uh, hunnid round, woah, feel it, knock 'em on ten Playin' both sides with these hoes (Hol' up) Shawty, I'm fuckin' yo' friends (Hol' up) I been goin' crazy, shawty, I been handlin' these bands She not innocent, uh, shit, she tryna go— Fien', fien' (Yeah, talm 'bout), fien', fien'-fien' (Syrup, oh-oh, what?) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Syrup, oh-oh) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'-fien' (Talkin' bout, talm 'bout, let's go) I just been icin' my hoes I just been drippin' my ho (Drippin' my ho) This is a whole 'nother level, shawty I got these hoes on they toes (Hoes on they toes) I put this bitch on the road She tryna fuck on the O, hol' up, hol' up I got this ho with me, she tryna show me sum', hol' up, hol' up I got flows for days, these niggas ain't know nun', hol' up, hol' up Me and my bro locked in, you know we on one, hol' up We in the spot goin' crazy, until the sun up You worried about that ho, that ho done chose us (Bitch-ass) Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't get it to cold, uh, hol' up, yeah (Wow) Fien', fien', fien' (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, yeah) Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us? Double 0, Cactus, shit we towed up, this shit how we told 'em (Skrrt, skrrt) Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up (It's lit, hol' up, slatt) Everything lit, hol' up, everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'-fien' (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

Yo Traigo a las shortys fumando mari Y moviendo el booty con este flow Ando bien hot y vi que en tu story Tás en el mismo party que yo No vienes sola, tampoco yo Eres felona, yo soy felón Tú eres la chola que me reacciona Y baila mis rolas en el TikTok Íngale, qué buena chinga Le andaba arrimándole cuando era de mi ganao Báilale, muévele, zúmbale, grábale, pósale con el culito parao Bien trabajao, no es operao Yo lo he mirao, lo he tocao y lo he chupao Yo la he tenido durmiendo a mi lao Por eso aseguro que se lo he escuchao Como soy perro, también lo he olfateao Como en las porno, me la he fornicao Soy el pasado que no ha superado El maldito malvado que más la ha tosqueado Y ella bien bitchy, bitchy Parando nalga y parando chichi Baila bien bitchy, bitchy Tomando molly con agua Fiji Y ella bien bitchy, bitchy Parando nalga y parando chichi Baila bien bitchy, bitchy Tomando molly con agua Fiji Todas las shortys, shortys Andan de party en party Moviendo el booty, booty Fumando mari, mari Todas las shortys, shortys Andan de party en party Moviendo el booty, booty Fumando mari, mari Pa-papi, ya súbeme en la Mini Me pongo muy caliente si me ves moviendo el booty, booty Pa-papi, yo sé bien lo que quieres Muchas te lo mueven y tú quieres de esta shorty, shorty Se ve que tú tienes la intención de pegarme un culeadón Y si no es en el fiestón, no No hay pex, ya miré a tu mujer Y sabes que también con las morras me prendo Saco lo maniacona cuando me pega la molly Me pongo más horny si me grabas para el Only No hay quién se resista cuando lo mueve la Kelly Mi culito natural otra vez se fue de trendy Y la que soporte, ahí me saludan a Karely Y ella bien bitchy, bitchy Parando nalga y parando chichi Baila bien bitchy, bitchy Tomando molly con agua Fiji Y ella bien bitchy, bitchy Parando nalga y parando chichi Baila bien bitchy, bitchy Tomando molly con agua Fiji Todas las shortys, shortys Andan de party en party Moviendo el booty, booty Fumando mari, mari Todas las shortys, shortys Andan de party en party Moviendo el booty, booty Fumando mari, mari Su pretendiente ni la divierte Se ve, en caliente, que no es felón Ella es candente y vive sonriente Mientras le avienten su cogidón ¿Se mira alegre?, yo creo que no ¿Anda contenta?, yo veo que no Esa coqueta ocupa la meta Toda completa en su corazón Creo que el amigo ni se la ha cogido O es muy aburrido porque yo la miro Y no ha sonreído por ningún motivo Desde que nos vimos cuando ella llegó Pa las ninfómanas soy garañón Pa las rufianas: viejo bribón Ah, pa las gatas engatusador Pero pa ti soy el pinche pelón Con tu bombón metido en la mente Qué buena suerte volver a toparte Sinceramente, vine a decirte Yo solo quiero verte sonriente Y ella bien bitchy, bitchy Parando nalga y parando chichi Baila bien bitchy, bitchy Tomando molly con agua Fiji Y ella bien bitchy, bitchy Parando nalga y parando chichi Baila bien bitchy, bitchy Tomando molly con agua Fiji Todas las shortys, shortys Andan de party en party Moviendo el booty, booty Fumando mari, mari Todas las shortys, shortys Andan de party en party Moviendo el booty, booty Fumando mari, mari