[Intro]
Brother, send me a greeting, bastard, that you are the titan
You're the idol, you bastard!
Damn idol, genius!
Worldwide, supreme idol!
Damn genius! pussy, you’re the monster, bro
You are the machine!, pussy; devil bro, it can't be!
The legend!
They say that money is not everything but
Your children are not going to eat from a legacy or a trajectory
That is why I do it for the money
Brr!, ah?

[Verse 1]
Ay, I'm the most hated (The most hated)
McGregor in the Octagon
Win or lose, I’m the most paid (McGrеgor)
A million for a show
Without releasing a song in five months, I rеally said "wow" (Wow)
They don't even want me at the awards anymore because the reality is that the whole world knows that I'm always armed (Brr)
And I'm such a son of a bitch that I'm not even with Karol anymore and I've never erased my tattoo (Haha!)
I have a devil on my shoulder talking to me and an angel in the Rolls Royce (Wicked), ay
We made it, everyone is comparing me to Yankee and Don (Haha!), ay
Got an AK pistol in the car, bastard, I'm Ben Wallace in Detroit, ay (Brr)
I finger the trigger and all the bullets enter you without a condom (Brr)
[Pre-Chorus]
Money is coming in (Uah)
Feds investigating (Uah)
More rifles I'm buying (Brr)
My devils hunting

[Chorus]
Who the fuck are you (Who the fuck are you)
Who the fuck are you (Who the fuck are you)
Blessings to all my brothers, money and health (Money and health)
Who the fuck are you (Ay)
Who the fuck are you (Who the fuck are you)
Respect is earned, here you betray and go to the coffin (You go to the coffin), brr (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I have brothers, I don’t have friends (Friends)
They are motherfuckers, all killers (Killers)
We fingered the 47 and it came (Brr)
And now there’s one lying in front of the casino (Brr)
Angels and demons in the cockpit
The pistol under the Yadier Molina jersey, all of this is routine
Hundreds are blue like Carolina's hair (Ah?)
I arrive for the Grammys, I leave the stick in the car with three banana clips, brr (Hey)
I walk with a couple of Cubans, but here we smoke pot, here we don’t smoke cigars (Hey)
Eyes red like the devil and they feel the vibe of a demon when I walk (Ah? Wicked)
What do you want? That we kidnap you and that we kill you tortured or that we shoot you?
I'm going to go Bidi Bom Bom because I called .40 Selena
God forgive me, but here we kill Judas at the last supper (Amen)
I love the white ones, but I am in love with the .30 that is brunette (Haha!)
I'm a millionaire and the bastard who arrested me is waiting for the paycheck (Ah?), Brr
[Pre-Chorus]
Money is coming in (Uah)
Feds investigating (Uah)
More rifles I'm buying (Brr)
My devils hunting

[Chorus]
Who the fuck are you (Who the fuck are you)
Who the fuck are you (Who the fuck are you)
Blessings to all my brothers, money and health (Money and health)
Who the fuck are you (Ay)
Who the fuck are you (Who the fuck are you)
Respect is earned, here you betray and go to the coffin (You go to the coffin), brr (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
I’m Tyson in '96 ('96)
And Kobe posted pulling the fade away (Fade away)
Bastard, I told my armoer (Brr)
That the AK pistol split them like McGregor's leg (Haha)
We put the thirty-eight in your face like Jordan in the Flu Game (Brr)
In the Lambo Bruce Wayne
You wouldn't be Drake if I wasn't Little Wayne (Ah?), brr!
Millionaire without a Grammy (Without a Grammy)
Without a Grammy I bought a two million dollar house for mommy (Amen)
Yellow tape and chalk (Brr)
Whoever wants an example we give it with an "RIP" on the shirts (Haha!)
Come on bastard, are you going to do it?
In the genre no one is going to do what I could do
Go to prison to do time, and that the judge give you three years and succeed in all the songs that I succeeded in
And put out an album on release day (You know)
And make it number one, like I did when I came out
Nobody believed in me
And in the commercial of the Nike with the Jordan, there I did leave (The untouchables, the Illuminatis)
And thank you my God for answering all of mom's prayers (Amen)
I just closed the 2022 tour in a hundred and some million (Haha!)
[Outro]
Instrumental