Текст песни и перевод на английский Blondie - Million Dollar Baby

Million Dollar Baby

'Toy puesta pa' ganar, yo no sé perder
Que, que, que, que, bitch
OB Flex

'Toy puesta pa' ganar, yo no sé perder (eh)
Que, que, que, que, bitch
Lo volvemo' a hacer
Te vuelvo a partir (ya)
Todo este poder, lo tengo sin beef

Baby, le llamo papi
Poor bitch, te mato fácil
Voy con OB
No hay competi
La shori de la cami, el Betis

Tus clips, ya va, una bullshit
Ey sí, más plays; ya paramos taxis
No hay tattoos en mi piel, pero estoy ballin'
Es que esas zorra' ya no brillan ni con glossy

No estás cute, ni aunque te llene el cuello de ice, bitch
Aquí no suenas, ¿para que te vo'a engañar, bitch? (eh, eh)
Dinero e' pegajoso como un ice cream
'Toy haciendo que la calle sea mainstream

Tres vece', seis illuminati
Vendiste tu alma y no tienes pa' un Maserati
Que, que, que, que, bitch
Que, que, que, que

Agradezco lo que tengo, pero quiero más
Aunque me siga' ladrando no te vo'a escucha'
Hace tiempo que te dejé atra'
Me tiran, pero ya no siento na'

Que, que, que, que, bitch
Lo volvemo' a hacer, matarte fácil
No baby, no jodo con grupi'
Voy con OB, no hay competi

Million Dollar Baby

'Toy out to win, I can't lose
What, what, what, what, bitch
OB Flex

'Toy out to win, I can't lose (eh)
What, what, what, what, bitch
We're doing it again
I'll break you again (already)
All this power, I have it without beef

Baby, I call him daddy
Poor bitch, I'll kill you easily
I'm with OB
There's no competition
The girl from the jersey, the Betis

Your clips, let's go, a bullshit
Yeah, more plays; we're already stopping taxis
I don't have any tattoos on my skin, but I'm ballin'
It's that these bitches don't shine anymore even with glossy

You're not cute, even if I fill your neck with ice, bitch
You don't sound here, why am I going to fool you, bitch? (eh, eh)
Money is sticky like an ice cream
I'm making the street mainstream

Three times, six illuminati
You sold your soul and you don't have a Maserati
What, what, what, what, bitch
What, what, what, what

I appreciate what I have, but I want more
Even if you keep barking I'm not gonna listen to you
I left you behind long ago
They shoot me, but I don't feel anything anymore

What, what, what, what, bitch
We're doing it again, killing you easily
No baby, I don't fuck with groupies
I'm with OB, there's no competition