[Intro]
Real until death, you heard bastard? (Brr)
Yo, Jeday, lower the volume, I hear myself fused (Ah)
Brr

[Verse 1]
We are fugitives (Fugitives)
And these bastards aren't going to catch me (Aren't going to catch me)
Capsulating in the V8 high (High)
In the passenger seat I have the M16 (Brr, brr)
And in the village bedeviled (bedeviled)
And he who flexes on me is gonna get fucked up (Fucked up)
Partner, in the club we enter armed (We enter armed)
I have extensions as if I were a woman

[Chorus]
Everyone doing the money dance (Yeh, yeh)
The thugs, the women and the hoes (Yeh)
Whoever is making money raise your hand (Making money)
Now we're up, now we're not at zero (-re not at zero)
Dicksucker, who the fuck are you? (Brr)

[Verse 2]
I have a .45 full for your attitude (For your attitude)
Dickhead, don't you dare step on my Gamma Blues (Gamma Blues)
Here we smoke krippy, kick like Kung Fu (Brr)
Your girlfriend wants you to whip her (To whip her)
Bastard, and like that you want to be a street lord? (Drug lord, ooy)
What you are is a nobody
Not even Shaquille can get a rebound over Rodman (Brr)
Even the respect of my enemies I've won
You hate me and my life, yours was gifted to you
The street made me, your record label made you (Ooy)
My rifle sings Guajira Guantanamera (Guantanamera)
The best trapper alive (Alive), you work hard, I shoot you (Shots)
If I die you'll be an orphan, bastard, you're my son (Ooy)
Hyenas always flex when the lion is caged
During probation, I have my demons armed (Brr)
Ah
[Chorus]
Everyone doing the money dance (Money)
The thugs, the women and the hoes (And the hoes)
Whoever is making money raise your hand (Making money)
Now we're up, now we're not at zero
Dicksucker, who the fuck are you?

[Interlude]
Ah
My history is well-known
And for my dead ones a dedication (Amen)
Bitch, I made trap, you sing it because of me, dicksucker, you don't remember (Ah)
And I know you hate me, my mom told me "Son, we've won" (Uy)
I'm talking with 2Pac y Biggie in the jet, I'm near the glory (Brr)

[Verse 3]
Put "Real until death" in the Google app
All the lyrics in cap (Brr)
In Puerto Rico I'm the god of trap
And in Spain they tell me: "Anuel, you're great" (Anuel, you're great)
I know none of you guys have the balls to have all of my problems (Ah)
And if music was a sport it'd be the NBA and my face the emblem (Ah)
I'm a thug and I run with thugs but the humility is real (Real)
And I'm 27, we lost Taipa but loyalty continues (Amen)
And my code of being a fucker tells me that you guys are jealous of me (Jealous)
That's why I love the streets and my dream is going to be in P.R. a peace treaty
Brr!
[Bridge]
Who created trap? Anuel
Who made it worldwide? Anuel (Anuel)
Bitch, did you forget?
I'm Eminem and you're 50 Cent (Brr)
If I die bury me with my pistol in the tomb (Amen)
I sell the music that the narcos listen to when they move the kilos, ooah, ooah

[Chorus]
(Brr)
Everyone doing the money dance (Money)
The thugs, the women and the hoes (And the hoes)
Whoever is making money raise your hand (Brr)
Now we're up, now were not at zero (Oh-oh)
Everyone doing the money dance (Money)
The thugs, the women and the hoes (And the hoes; hands up)
Whoever is making money raise your hand (Yeh)
Now we're up, now were not at zero

[Outro]
(Yeh, yeh)
My friend, you guys more than anyone know that it's not about making purchases, papi
It's about loading the packages, haha
You know, your flexing is embarrassing, brother
You know it's when I take my balls out we knock on your door you're going to pee yourself, hehehe
It's not the same if you made 100 million and your boss took the money and he gives you three so that you're happy, haha
The difference is that I make 100 million and it's mine
I am the boss, I don't have a boss (Hehe)
Yo, what's up Frabian?
Real until death, did you hear, bastard?
Look Chino, remember that in the streets in Puerto Rico they walk with me, not with him
Brr (Brr)
Gaby Music, ah
I run with the only martian on the face of the earth, Chris Jeday
Brr
The god of trap, amen