One is for the money, two is for the show
One is for the money, two is for the show
Two is for the show, jaja
Hey yo, hey yo, one is for the money
One is for the money, two is for the show
Eh, mirame
One is for the money, two is for the show
Vipeate como lo hago, jaja
I’m getting money, no illuminati
Voy a llenar de tatuajes todo mi body
Ja, estoy de vuelta, Cari
Pa’ los chavales en la izquierda soy Mr. Miyagi
Píllame, dеsde mi keli hasta el еstudio en bici soplo Chronic
Jugando Sonic, suena Ebonics, eles en el aire
Extravagantes, lo hago en la lengua de Cervantes
Nada que ver con esa vaina de rap del Quijote
Hey, yo, le enseño a tu piba quien se ha dejao’ bigote
Con un sombrero de vaquero al aire pega botes
Chica mala te has ganado un azote
La cabrona requiere habilidad de Harlem Globetrotter
Nada que ver con esa mierda de un taller pa’ rappers
Si aprendimos a escupirlo en un tugurio de rockers
Y así es como lo hacemos, ¿okay?
Por eso todavía guardo amor para la Pili
Aun estando en Bel Air añoraría Phili
Nada que ver con Wili Toledo enarbolando una bandera
Haciendo el gilipollas en la tele
Mucho que ver con los chavales dealing
Desde los 15, buscándose la vida en estas calles crueles
Ya no peleo ni pierdo los papeles, nena
Soy un crooner, no cuento Historias del Kroner (¡que va!)
One is for the money, two is for the show
Uno por la pasta que nos gastamos juntos, nena
One is for the money, two is for the show
En Paris, en Venecia, en Montecarlo
Jaja, eh, mira así va eh?
One is for the money, two is for the show
Dos es por el show que nos montamos, querida
One is for the money, two is for the show
Aquí y allá, en tu casa, en la mía
En donde sea, eh, mira píllalo, ¿eh?
Amenaza de blanca, bien volado en la plaza
Mírame arriba, arriba, no veo ni con gafas
Silbando a tu piba cuando pasa
O en casa de tu piba, ¿Hey, que pasa?
Pongo urbanitas pretenciosos a tragar saliva
Yo y mis granjeros tragamos sativa, pilla
Porque mis textos son la ETB de La Florida
Nada que ver con rapearte las noticias
Lo que tu llamas escena yo lo llamo orgia y estoy fuera
Mi culo pálido en las escuelitas
Quiero mi espacio vital, no palmaditas en la espalda
Ni come orejas empapaos en farla
Pretenden hacer guita, mi menda se despolla
Viendo a rapeiros escupiendo libros de autoayuda
En mira que le jodan, la cara me la suda
Andan chupándosela unos a otros como putas
Nada que ver con lo último que ha salido por Boa
Y a mi hombre shhh, en el negocio de la grasa
Nada que ver con pasta de la música, ¿lo pillas?
Hey nena me haces cosquillas si chupas mis pelotas de rodillas
Porque la vida puede ser maravillosa a veces, ¿eh?
Y tu lo sabes bien (si, si)
Descansa en paz Andrés Montes
One is for the money, two is for the show
Uno es por la pasta que se me cae de los bolsillos
One is for the money, two is for the show
Tirándola hacia allá
Ya sabes como va, ¿eh?
One is for the money, two is for the show
Dos es por el show que nos montamos, querida
En la puta calle, en el cine, comiendo un helado
One is for the money, two is for the show
Ya sabes de que va la vaina
Yo pongo helado, nena
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Ochoa – Saigon
Fabiana Ochoa – La vecina
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One Is For The Money, Two Is For The Show
One Is For The Money, Two Is For The Show
Two IS For The Show, haha
Hey me, hey me, one is for the money
One Is For The Money, Two Is For The Show
Eh, Mirame.
One Is For The Money, Two Is For The Show
Vipeate as I do, haha
I’m getting money, no illuminati
I’m going to fill all my body with tattoos
Ha, I’m back, car
Pa ‘the kids on the left I am Mr. Miyagi
Pill me, DеSDE MY KELI TO THE ESTUDIO IN BICI BUPLO CHRONIC
Playing Sonic, Ebonics sounds, Eles in the air
Extravagant, I do it in the tongue of cervantes
Nothing to do with that rap pod del quijote
Hey, me, I teach your piba who has left ‘mustache
With an air cowboy hat sticks boats
Bad girl you have won a whip
La Cabrona requires Harlem Globetrotter skill
Nothing to do with that sh#t from a workshop pa ‘rappers
If we learned to spit it in a rockers slum
And that’s how we do, okay?
That’s why I still keep love for the pili
Even being in Bel Air Year Would Phili
Nothing to do with Wili Toledo flying a flag
Making the #ssh#l# on TV
A lot to do with the dealing kids
From 15, looking for life in these cruel streets
I do not fight or lose the papers, baby
I am a crooner, I do not tell stories of kroner (it goes!)
One Is For The Money, Two Is For The Show
One by the pasta that we spent together, babe
One Is For The Money, Two Is For The Show
In Paris, in Venice, in Montecarlo
Haha, huh, look like this is going huh?
One Is For The Money, Two Is For The Show
Two is for the show that we rode, dear
One Is For The Money, Two Is For The Show
Here and there, in your house, in mine
Wherever, Eh, look at Pill, huh?
White threatening, well flown in the square
Look up, up, I do not see with glasses
Whistling your piba when she passes
Or at your Piba’s house, hey, what’s up?
I put pretentious urbanitas to swallow saliva
I and my farmers swallow sativa, pilla
Because my texts are the ETB of Florida
Nothing to do with rapping the news
What your flames scene I call it orgia and I’m out
My pale #ss in the scales
I want my vital space, not pat on the back
Nor eat ears soaks in farla
They pretend to do twine, my memory breaks it away
Seeing Rapeiros spitting self-help books
In sight that f#ck her, the face I sweats
They go sucking each other like wh#res
Nothing to do with the last thing that has come out for boa
And my man Shhh, in the fat business
Nothing to do with music pasta, do you catch it?
Hey babe tickled me if you suck my knee balls
Because life can be wonderful at times, huh?
And you know it well (yes, yes)
Rest in Peace Andrés Montes
One Is For The Money, Two Is For The Show
One is because of the pasta that falls on my pockets
One Is For The Money, Two Is For The Show
Pulling it there
You know how it goes, huh?
One Is For The Money, Two Is For The Show
Two is for the show that we rode, dear
On the f#cking street, in the cinema, eating an ice cream
One Is For The Money, Two Is For The Show
You know that the pod is going
I put ice cream, babe
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