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: “Fuck”
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 (Fuck 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 coke 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 (Fuck 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