Lyrics of Millonario al Tiro - El Alfa

Millonario al Tiro (original)

Vo’a hacer un juramento
Si de aquí a cinco años
Yo no tengo un millón de pesos en el bolsillo
Me pego un tiro (tiro, tiro, tiro, tiro, tiro)
Te presento a La Man-ta
¿Quién e' que no quiere dinero?
¿Pa' cuando salga el' ultimo teni' capialo de primero?
Yo quiero dinero dinero
Quiero prendelo' en alta mar en un yate con 15 cuero'
Yo huelo a dinero, dinero
La fila la voltearon yo era el ultimo y ahora el primero
A mí me persigue' el dinero
No quinceañera el abi’pero, que si sobo se armo el huidero
Aquí la cotorra no se acaba
Cada ve' que suelto pol' la boca son diez cubeta de lava
La gente ta cansa' de tanta baba
Lo cualto' que tú quiere' nosotro' lo' tenemo' y no se acaban
Tú esperando' un tiro y yo bucandome' la paca
Tu jeva me mueve la chapa como el Taka Taka
A lo que tan hablando de que tienen y que sacan
Si se tiran duran' meno' que una nota de jaraca
Yo no aguanto e’ta olla
Yo no aguanto e’ta olla
Yo no aguanto e’ta olla
Si en un año no me hago millonario me doy un tiro
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Si en un año no me hago millonario me doy un tiro
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Si en un año no me hago millonario me doy un tiro
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Si en un año no me hago millonario me doy un tiro
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
En dinero, pegada y vehículo yo tengo el record
Y yo toy trabajando yo mimo' pa' rompe' el record
Yo no tuve que filma' con fulano record
Tienen que mama’melo hasta que rompan el record
Hay que mira' pande' mí con vinoculare'
Toy metio' en to' lo' barrio y en residenciale'
Tengo pitola' de platico' y de metale'
Y te doy ma' palo que Chiquito a lo timbale'
Rokutupla-tupla, tengo el flow
Tu no suena ni en tu casa, deja el show
Hoy en día yo como por antojo
Y tengo más vision que uno que vive en Los Tres Ojos
That’s right!
My nigga it’s on fire!
(Fire)
Tu sabe que rapiendo tu no ere' mi size
Bye!
Y a lo demagogo de lejo' le digo bye
Yo no aguanto e’ta olla
Yo no aguanto e’ta olla
Yo no aguanto e’ta olla
Si en un año no me hago millonario me doy un tiro
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Si en un año no me hago millonario me doy un tiro
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Si en un año no me hago millonario me doy un tiro
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Si en un año no me hago millonario me doy un tiro
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Párense en atención, llegaron lo' criminale'
Utede' son de segunda y nosotro' lo' originale'
Toy' pueto' pa' comprame' un Lambo' y pila de pedale'
¿Qué hay que hace'?, ¿a quién e' que hay que dale'?, menciona me cuale'
Me metí pero pase el proceso
A papá Dios to’a las noche le rezo
Tenia la tabla ready pa' dame en lo ceso'
Pero El Jefe acaba de firma a Jordan en su regreso
'Toy pega’o al tiro y a terror
Si tiro no fallo hasta viendo por el retrovisor
De la nueva yo soy el mejol'
Me dicen La Manta a.k.a.
el de popolador
De aquí pa' millonario, prenda y vida de sicario
Quiero dos pilota nueve y pila de flow en mi almario'
Los followers me dejan fuego y en lo' comentario
Y a utede' le comentan pila de fruta al día
Si en un año no me hago millonario me doy un tiro
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Si en un año no me hago millonario me doy un tiro
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Si en un año no me hago millonario me doy un tiro
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Si en un año no me hago millonario me doy un tiro
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
En mi coro no pedimo' rebaja
Ni preguntamo' cuando cueta'
Damelo que e' mio
La Manta raya
Chael
El Jefe Records my nigga
I’m jeezy flow weezy
El Jefe Records
La Familia
Lealtad hasta la muerte
La Manta de lo' rio
Chael produciendo
Un solo corre corre
El Jefe Records
Lo' tiguere picante
Te dije que La Manta se va queda con la calle
No hay que date' detalle, tu quiere que la cara te raye
Chael ponle lo detalle, pa' que boca calle
La manta ta pegao, no hay que habla con nadie
Lo que hago yo no lo hace nadie
Pero nadie, nadie

(translation)

I'm going to make an oath
Yes, five years from now
I don't have a million pesos in my pocket
I shot myself (shot, shot, shot, shot, shot)
I present to you La Man-ta
Who e' that does not want money?
For when the last capialo first comes out?
I want money money
I want to turn it on 'on the high seas on a yacht with 15 leather'
I smell money, money
They flipped the row I was the last and now the first
I'm chased by money
The abi' was not fifteen, but if sobo the escapee was armed
Here the parrot does not end
Every time I let go of the mouth there are ten buckets of lava
People are tired of so much slime
As much as you want, we' have it and they don't run out
You waiting for a shot and me looking for the bale
Your jeva moves my veneer like Taka Taka
To what so much talking about what they have and what they get
If they are thrown, they last less than a jaraca note
I can't stand this pot
I can't stand this pot
I can't stand this pot
If in a year I don't become a millionaire I'll shoot myself
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
If in a year I don't become a millionaire I'll shoot myself
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
If in a year I don't become a millionaire I'll shoot myself
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
If in a year I don't become a millionaire I'll shoot myself
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
In money, hit and vehicle I have the record
And I'm working myself to break the record
I didn't have to film with so-and-so record
They have to suck me until they break the record
You have to look 'pande' me with vinoculare'
Toy got into the neighborhood and residential
I have a plastic 'pitola' and metale'
And I give you more stick than Chiquito to the timbale'
Rokutuple-tuple, I have the flow
You don't even ring at your house, leave the show
Today I eat on a whim
And I have more vision than one who lives in Los Tres Ojos
That's right!
My nigga it's on fire!
(fire)
You know that rapping you are not my size
Bye!
And to the demagogue from afar' I say bye
I can't stand this pot
I can't stand this pot
I can't stand this pot
If in a year I don't become a millionaire I'll shoot myself
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
If in a year I don't become a millionaire I'll shoot myself
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
If in a year I don't become a millionaire I'll shoot myself
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
If in a year I don't become a millionaire I'll shoot myself
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Pay attention, the 'criminals' have arrived
Utede' are second class and we' the' originale'
Toy 'Pueto' to 'buy me' a Lambo' and pedal stack'
What do you have to do? Who do you have to give to? Mention me cuale
I got in but passed the process
I pray to dad God every night
I had the table ready to give me in the process
But The Boss just signed Jordan on his return
'Toy stuck to the shot and to terror
If I shoot I don't miss even looking in the rearview mirror
Of the new I am the best
They call me La Manta a.k.a.
the one of popolator
From here to a millionaire, pledge and life of a hit man
I want two pilota nine and flow stack in my closet'
The followers leave me fire and in the comment
And they tell utede 'pile of fruit a day
If in a year I don't become a millionaire I'll shoot myself
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
If in a year I don't become a millionaire I'll shoot myself
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
If in a year I don't become a millionaire I'll shoot myself
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
If in a year I don't become a millionaire I'll shoot myself
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
In my choir we do not ask for a discount
We didn't even ask 'when it counts'
Give it to me, it's mine
The Manta Ray
chael
The Boss Records my nigga
I'm jeezy flow weezy
The Boss Records
The family
Loyalty until death
The blanket of the river
chael producing
A single run run
The Boss Records
The spicy tiguere
I told you that La Manta is going to stay with the street
You don't have to give details, you want your face to scratch you
Chael, put the details on it, why don't you shut up
The blanket is ta pegao, you don't have to talk to anyone
What I do, nobody does
But no one, no one