Millones F.C Lyrics English Translation by Beny Jr
(feat. El Guincho)
Grra, grra
Swi-Swish
La B (Grra)
Brr
La G, ah, ah, ah
You think this is rap? Great
I’m not a rapper, I’m a FAC (Yeah)
I generate money, I look like Lamar
If I send a kilo, my name on it is Jack (Fium)
Camouflage like the FARC
When you see the laser, all you say is: “***”
With the 19, I don’t get no lag
I’m matched up with the pot of guap
When your tracks play, everybody says: “Cap”
When my voice sounds, everybody says: “Clap” (Clap)
I don’t run, it’s not a lap
Turns, but I don’t even need the map
I don’t work out, I don’t even have abs
I don’t hang out if they’re not my [?]
I live the war with peace, buy the pistol, it won’t fire
13 million, put ’em on the table
My shorts are fallin’ ’cause I’m carryin’ pieces (*** that)
Shots to the head, they got ’em protected like a countess (Grr)
My mother calls, she tells me: “Son, pray”
This backpack I’m carryin’ sure weighs (Weighs)
I place the slab on the scale
So many numbers, Kayuke gets stressed (Yeah)
You think this is rap? Well great
I’m not a rapper, I’m a FAC
I generate money, I look like Lamar
Kilo of *** under the name of Jack
I make the band without bein’ Nike
Half famous without bein’ Mike
Like Hakimi, private fly
When they ask me, I say “nice”
You can do it and fail
I can’t give in, I am military
You’re not like that and that’s the truth
How are you like that, livin’ off your mom? (Listen)
Before you there were already fish in the sea
Before I arrive, you can save yourself
Before bein’ a leader, you gotta sin
I generate this fire, I can’t get burned
13 million, put ’em on the table
My shorts are fallin’ ’cause I’m carryin’ pieces (*** that)
Shots to the head, they got ’em protected like a countess
My mother calls, she tells me: “Son, pray”
This backpack I’m carryin’ sure weighs (Weighs)
I place the slab on the scale
So many numbers, Kayuke gets stressed
You think this is rap?
I make the band without bein’ Nike
Well great
Half famous without bein’ Mike
I’m not a rapper, I’m a FAC
Like Hakimi, private fly
I generate money, I look like Lamar
When they ask I say “nice”
Free Sufian y El Cata
Swi-Swish
Ole
Katanas in the air, chota, glopetas
I make the band without bein’ Nike