[Intro]
Un día, yo voy a ser presidente de la República de Colombia. Y bien, me gano la vida haciendo negocios. Así que pues, fresco. Tranquilo. Osea Ustedes pueden aceptar mi negocio... o aceptar las consecuencias
Plata... o plomo

[Chorus: Quebonafide]
Mongrels try to talk about money, but with them no hablo
I'd rather work for free with wise men, than make fortune with idiots
They all talk about money, I give no fucks about balance
On my shelf only Marcus Aurelius, my empire grows like I'm Pablo
Empire like Pablo, fort like Pablo
Phone next to my ear, someone is calling again
Phone in my hand like I'm Pablo
Empire like Pablo, power like Pablo
Phone next to my ear, someone is calling again
Phone in my hand like I'm Pablo

[Verse 1: Quebonafide]
Mongrels want to talk about money
You want to talk about money, teach me about style
You wear braces on your teeth you fucker
I'm wearing this grill made of amber
Those dogs want to talk about truth
You want to talk about truth, here we always tell the truth
Cheerful rapper, I put those pins on the map
But ask those mad bastards about trill
Shut the fuck up about the underground
None of these labels helped me blow
Yet if I had to say, how much I owe to Solar
I wouldn't have enough time
Those dogs want to talk about fame
When I started writing my first fuckin' rhymes
Nobody believed, none of these fuckin' journalists
And now I'm everywhere like a fuckin' virus

[Chorus: Quebonafide]
Mongrels try to talk about money, but with them no hablo
I'd rather work for free with wise men, than make fortune with idiots
They all talk about money, I give no fucks about balance
On my shelf only Marcus Aurelius, my empire grows like I'm Pablo
Empire like Pablo, fort like Pablo
Phone next to my ear, someone is calling again
Phone in my hand like I'm Pablo
Empire like Pablo, power like Pablo
Phone next to my ear, someone is calling again
Phone in my hand like I'm Pablo

[Verse 2: Paluch]
Teenage virgin brags about getting laid again
Covered in cheap shit guy brags about making money
Leak of fresh bullshit, I can smell it on the top
Fuckin' cheap lift, in McChicken quality
Don't start talking to me, we have nothing to talk about
And don't try to flex in front of me, pretending you're tough
The fuck you think is gonna happen when you talk about money?
Nobody checks my pouches
Real music without phonies pretending and playing
When we shoot clips, we don't need your dummers
BOR is an empire, we fuck shit up
Hood with us is like you're behind Escobar

[Chorus: Quebonafide]
Mongrels try to talk about money, but with them no hablo
I'd rather work for free with wise men, than make fortune with idiots
They all talk about money, I give no fucks about balance
On my shelf only Marcus Aurelius, my empire grows like I'm Pablo
Empire like Pablo, fort like Pablo
Phone next to my ear, someone is calling again
Phone in my hand like I'm Pablo
Empire like Pablo, power like Pablo
Phone next to my ear, someone is calling again
Phone in my hand like I'm Pablo

[Outro]
Plomo o plata?
Plomo o plata?
Plomo o plata?
Plomo o plata?
Plomo o plata?
Plomo o plata?
Plomo o plata?
Plomo o plata?
Plomo o plata?
Plomo o plata?