| Gotta cut me, ooh la-la-lay | 
| A week in Spain, ouh la-la-lay | 
| Under the mattress no savings account, ouh la-la-lay | 
| You count on me from the start, hm la-la-lay | 
| I don't understand everything that happens to me, I say "Thank God" | 
| I wasn't thinking about the gold record when I was watching in front of the pharmacy | 
| They saw me at the Assises, now my clip goes to 6 | 
| You won't stay seated, come on 'couz pass the six | 
| Hm, I don't sleep anymore at night, where are my friends? | 
| Mom, don't worry, your son has grown up | 
| The street, a tsunami when it takes you | 
| Don't regret the biftons when the LAC knocks on your door | 
| I see the joint that leaves in a spoon, I'm on the moon | 
| Today is the same as yesterday, we're looking for tune | 
| We are the same, we are determined, you only have one life | 
| In truth when you love her you lose her, each his each | 
| I do tricks in Bandit, I'm going to take out the little one | 
| Wait I have to do a feat, I prefer in cash | 
| Gotta cut me, ooh la-la-lay | 
| A week in Spain, ouh la-la-lay | 
| Under the mattress no savings account, ouh la-la-lay | 
| You count on me from the start, hm la-la-lay | 
| Gotta cut me, ooh la-la-lay | 
| A short week in Spain, ouh la-la-lay | 
| Under the mattress no savings account, ouh la-la-lay | 
| When I'm farted I love women too much, hm la-la-lay | 
| I'm stoned, bro, I don't sleep at night anymore | 
| In truth you always cheated like in our games of rummy | 
| Oh mi amor, you, you are gone | 
| I made the andouille Elvira you don't give a fuck | 
| I lost a friend, it hurt my heart | 
| I only had one love, I still regret her | 
| I lost a friend, it hurt my heart | 
| I only had one love, I still regret her | 
| I rode every night in the car, a flash of pure | 
| I crumble a firecracker, scorch the second album | 
| Hola qué tal what is your cell phone? | 
| Sometimes the miss I am gallant, I make you suck at the edge of the creeks | 
| You clog it, be careful where you put your tongue | 
| As usual, I arrive farted, in Clio society | 
| I pull over to the pier, I saw her she stared | 
| As usual, I arrive farted, in Clio society | 
| Pull over to the pier, I saw her she stared | 
| Gotta cut me, ooh la-la-lay | 
| A short week in Spain, ouh la-la-lay | 
| Under the mattress no savings account, ouh la-la-lay | 
| When I'm farted I love women too much, hm la-la-lay |