Lirieke:
La Mafia Dime

amor Ni se finge cari~o, oh no Dime, que ganaste con dejarme enamorado Ignorando este amor que te di Dime tu que te has ganado Dime, si fue necesario

take me to dinner, used to take me shopping Now you're asking me for my paper It's my money, Boy my money I bet you'll never ever get another dime for

day, I get my cake on Fiends love me like a Drake song Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long Black Wall Mafias, Wu-Tang Sopranos

to state Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin' mine And I'm married to this ya'll strategy misses still plannin' weddin's Mafia

ll send shots to wet ya The badlands, hammers on the waistband, the regular Trapped in this hood dwelling, selling five and dime 'Cuz ain't 9 to 5 for

But the hoe just make me sick Sick sick like a mad man When the woofers start blastin' Here yee, here yee don't you see I got that Three 6 Mafia here

my lugz 'cause these thugs out the back yo Jumped the back gate Cranked the Chevy Then I race Popped in the tape A motherfuckin' Three 6 Mafia

and I don't know how to call them up I'ma start a hundred cars, race them up, paid them up (Incomprehensible) grey in March, Uncle Blue in April, dimes

Harlem) In this apple of mine is rhyme, clap up your shines Pop shots that will crack up your minds And cop rocks and cook that crack up to dimes New