They're with two zeros in their right hand, but they don't... From the north to the south ...without interest in our branches... ...with low prices Hey Hey I wrote a rhyme about the place where I come from Where you see so much junk that I already gave one in my mirror Here you don't see girls walking around with that minimum wage My teeth are one of the few I still have The mamacitas of my time look like pineapples With children like the length of a beard and a mustache Some guys got married and went to a dentist in Jarda Some before hearing about the Pythagorean theorem I wrote a salsa about some girls that pass by my mattress I wrote a waltz about how much I think I don't know how old I am Mom, I pretend I don't know That I haven't seen all the shit I live That I don't feel this immense emptiness That I'm not going to die inside That I've already been to hell So I wrote a bolero Bolero for you I wrote a bolero Because I'm going to suffer My heart and my pasta My shirt and my house Without anything, just a bolero for you I danced a cha-cha-cha so I wouldn't get tired So much money I was sick of dancing with my foot in a flip-flop Cha-cha, I was born with big dreams And I never made other plans I take records, my dreams aren't Piteo Pablo, Pablo, you're an irresponsible I know, mom, I know that this doesn't pay But I swear that this coke and this viola Are going to give notes, just think of a hit To relax I wrote a bolero Just talking about alcohol And the figures I've already made, I leave it in these bars But I live between the VIP and the bar at the entrance And if I still have the teeth, mom, it's thanks to the hype, mom My karma has been what I made of it If these falls are lessons, this year I saw myself in God I did a reggaeton to see if the guitar would be the root But they burn my name in every label I've stepped on Because of my coke, they don't pay a little They don't like my drugs Pablo and your chadota get famous And I shut up, that fame doesn't pay the bills I tried flamingo, I had crooked fingers I'm in time, only with you I gain fear, roses My biggest mistake was singing a merengue for you So I wrote a bolero Bolero for you I wrote a bolero Because I'm going to suffer My heart, my money, my shirt and my house I'm left with nothing Just a bolero for you I wrote a bolero Bolero for you I wrote a bolero Because I'm going to suffer My heart, my money, my shirt and my house I'm left with nothing Just a bolero for you Dale Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Mi nombre es Pablo Ay Hehe Huh Mascabaquito Ay, ay, ay Motherfucker