Milloneta Lyrics In English Translation - Rochy RD & Anuel AA
[Intro: Rochy RD & Anuel AA]
(Lose the courage, huh)
Real to the death, you hear me, bastard?
Millionaire, I have the guns and lots of paper
I give recognition to the killers and those who move the dough
I can face a case, like Anuel with the gun (Haha)
Among so many "missionaries," I don't leave it in the drawer (Huh; night of terror)
[Chorus: Rochy RD & Anuel AA]
Millionaire, I have the guns and lots of paper (Huh!; huh)
Millionaire, I have the guns and lots of paper
Millionaire, I have the guns and lots of paper (The untouchables, you hear me, bastard?)
I'm the one who gives recognition to those who move the dough (Huh!)
[Post-Chorus: Rochy RD & Anuel AA]
Millionaire, millionaire, millionaire (Brr)
Millionaire, millionaire, millionaire
I have the guns and lots of paper
Millionaire, millionaire, millionaire, millionaire (Brr)
I'm the one who gives recognition to those who move the dough
(Hey, how does it go, wawawa)
[Verse 1: Rochy RD]
Millionaire, I have the guns and lots of paper
I give recognition to the killers and those who move the dough
I can face a case, like Anuel with the gun
Among so many "missionaries," I don't leave it in the drawer (Huh)
I hung my clothes on the court, slept in the square
I carried three Gillette and armed myself with a hacksaw
I got involved with [?] and [?] in the Corolla
They dressed up as police officers with about three hundred guns
Today I have fine women, also stealing
Bandido for life, more than two, never just one
Mami, you don't smoke or roll
Sit on the couch, put on the music, and smack your butt
A commotion on the street as if I just came out
The thugs give it to me with terror and without bribes
Look for me, I'm on the avenue, with the people who control
I'm like a pair of Jordan 13s, never out of style
Tusi, molly, and Coca-Cola, I have lean in the cup
Two hundred million and I don't move from my spot (La kabra, Illuminati)
[Chorus: Rochy RD & Anuel AA]
Millionaire, I have the guns and lots of paper (Huh, huh!; huh)
Millionaire, I have the guns and lots of paper
Millionaire, I have the guns and lots of paper (The untouchables, you hear me, bastard?)
I'm the one who gives recognition to those who move the dough (Huh!)
[Post-Chorus: Rochy RD & Anuel AA]
Millionaire, millionaire, millionaire (Brr)
Millionaire, millionaire, millionaire
I have the guns and lots of paper (Huh; -leta)
Millionaire, millionaire, millionaire, millionaire (Double A; is it a lie? Brr)
I'm the one who gives recognition to those who move the dough
[Verse 2: Anuel AA]
Millionaire, I have the guns and lots of paper
I'm the one who gives recognition to those who light the guns (Brr)
I've already faced a case, I've done three for the drive
There are so many cops on the streets that you have towork with a mask
I was up all night, looking out for what's mine
Undercover agents came running to the neighborhood
I raced and hid all the packages
And I quickly stashed the guns at my buddy's house
It's not a fake that I spent a million on the Jeep
It's not a fake, I like them natural and augmented
It's not a fake that you had your ass and breasts done
But she's calling, she wants me to give it to her (Haha)
[Chorus: Rochy RD & Anuel AA]
Millionaire, I have the guns and lots of paper (Huh, huh!; huh)
Millionaire, I have the guns and lots of paper
Millionaire, I have the guns and lots of paper (The untouchables, you hear me, bastard?)
I'm the one who gives recognition to those who move the dough (Huh!)
[Post-Chorus: Rochy RD & Anuel AA]
Millionaire, millionaire, millionaire (Brr)
Millionaire, millionaire, millionaire
I have the guns and lots of paper
Millionaire, millionaire, millionaire, millionaire (Brr)
I'm the one who gives recognition to those who move the dough
(Hey, how does it go, wawawa)
[Outro: Rochy RD & Anuel AA]
From goat to thug, opening up the rookies
I'm with a .30 and you make a scene, and I smash you
Is it a lie?
Anuel! (Mera, tell me, Rochy)
Rochy!
From goat to goat
From goat to thug
There's no need to say more, you know what it is, right?
What you guys are (Brr)
Don't make me talk
(Night of terror, dark world)
The Parallel Movement
F1!
And are you afraid of La Greña?
I moved
(Real to the death, you hear me, bastard?)
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