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Oro Amarillo

Oro amarillo en el cuello (yeh)
Unas Yeezy 700 que saqué del lote
Ser lo mismo es mi sello
Y del cielo no permiten que yo me equivoque

Porque Diosito me dio el don, yeh
Ah-ah, ah-ah, yo'
Transformo el odio en un millón, yeh
Ah-ah, ah-ah, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh

Todos son el rey del trap
Yo no quiero ni hacer trap
Ya gano mucho por track (yeh, yeh)
Mi tarjeta suena crack
Tanto que estoy yendo al bank
LLevo un Gucci shoulder back

La ampolleta no se apaga, tengo clara la visión
Quiere bragas Balenciaga, yo acepto su petición
Le dije que no gastara en aquella blusa Dior
Porque ahora yo podría hasta comprarle medio mall
Like Biggie Small (Yeah)

Y esto nadie me lo regaló (no, no, no, no)
Así que no importa, si a ti te molesta
Era de una forma y ahora no (y ahora no, y ahora no)
¿Y a ti que te importa? (¡rra!)

Oro amarillo en el cuello (Yeh)
Unas Yeezy 700 que saqué del lote
Ser lo mismo es mi sello, yo (Ey)
Y del cielo no permiten que yo me equivoque

Porque Diosito me dio el don, yeh
Ah-ah, ah-ah, yo'
Transformo el odio en un millón, yeh
Ah-ah, ah-ah, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh

Me compré un Mercedes, suena run-run-run-run (shees)
Dices que me ganas, pero no, no, no, no
Todos en mi ganga están loco', locos
Tú hablas de tu ganga, pero qué tontos son

Pero qué tontos son, no, no tienen ni la visión (no)
¿Acaso quiere un millón, todo' lo día' en ese sillón?
Esa no es la ambición, no, yeh, billetera llena, pero quiero ma'
Vamo' pa'l Caribe en primera class, el mundo es mío, me lo dijo Nas, yeah

Esto nadie me lo regaló
Así que no importa, si a ti te molesta
Era de una forma y ahora no
¿Y a ti que te importa? (¡rra!)

Oro amarillo en el cuello (Yeah), yo'
Unas Yeezy 700 que saqué del lote
Ser lo mismo es mi sello, yo'
Y del cielo no permiten que yo me equivoque

Porque Diosito me dio el don, yeh
Ah-ah, ah-ah, yo'
Transformo el odio en un millón, yeh
Ah-ah, ah-ah, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh (¡plo!)

Yellow Gold

Yellow gold around my neck (yeah)
Some Yeezy 700s that I got from the batch
Being myself is my thing
And from heaven they won't allow me to make a mistake

Because the good Lord gave me the gift, yeah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, I'
Turn hate into a million, yeah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Everybody's the king of trap
I don't even want to make trap
I already make a lot per track (yeah, yeah)
My card sounds like crack
So much that I'm going to the bank
I'm wearing a Gucci shoulder bag

The light bulb doesn't go out, my vision is clear
She wants Balenciaga panties, I accept her request
I told her not to spend it on that Dior blouse
Because now I could buy her half a mall
Like Biggie Small (Yeah)

And nobody gave me this (no, no, no, no)
So it doesn't matter, if it bothers you
It was one way and now it's not (and now it's not, and now it's not)
And what does it matter to you? (rra!)

Yellow gold around my neck (Yeah)
Some Yeezy 700s that I got from the batch
Being myself is my thing, yo (Hey)
And from heaven they won't allow me to make a mistake

Because the good Lord gave me the gift, yeah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, I'
Turn hate into a million, yeah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I bought myself a Mercedes, it sounds like run-run-run-run (shees)
You say you beat me, but no, no, no, no
Everybody in my gang is crazy, crazy
You talk about your gang, but they're so dumb

But they're so dumb, no, they don't even have the vision (no)
Do you want a million, everyday on that couch?
That's not the ambition, no, yeah, a full wallet, but I want more
Let's go to the Caribbean in first class, the world is mine, Nas told me so, yeah

Nobody gave me this
So it doesn't matter, if it bothers you
It was one way and now it's not
And what does it matter to you? (rra!)

Yellow gold around my neck (Yeah), yo'
Some Yeezy 700s that I got from the batch
Being myself is my thing, yo'
And from heaven they won't allow me to make a mistake

Because the good Lord gave me the gift, yeah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, I'
Turn hate into a million, yeah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (pop!)