Quiero más Lyrics (English Translation) – La Pantera

[Intro]
Hehe, hahaha (Grr, pu-pu-pu-pu)
Haha, haha, hahaha (Grr, pu-pu-pu-pu, fu*k)
Hahahaha, fu*k (Pu-pu-pu-pu)
Melt the fat, n!gga
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Pa-pa-pa)

[Chorus]
I barely even write now, I barely even smoke, I don’t hit the studio unless it’s a hit (A hit)
We ain’t skinny no more, Pana and La Joia eat your whole fortune on a feat (Grr)
I’ll cut my d!ck off if the album I drop when I lift the ski mask don’t hit
I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more ki, hahaha

[Post-Chorus]
I want more, I want more, I want more (Fu*k), I want more (Fu*k), I want more, I want more, I want more ki, hahaha
I want more stacks of beanies, fu*k
I want more money, more thousands (Yeah)
Yeah, more deals, more girls spinning on me (Yeah)
I want more houses, more cars, more drip (Vroom)
I want a diamond locked up in the display
They’re all copies, they just print me, bro (Please, please, fu*k)

[Verse 1]
What are you up to? If you’re talking filthy, we’ll run up on your (Rra)
And scrub those tattoos clean with nothing but nut and shampoo, haha
So you’ll know exactly who I am, and they’ll see the piece of s*it you are
I’ve lived on top and I’ve lived in the trap, you were never in either, haha
I’m winning, when I bend ’em over, I make ’em pop a wheelie (Pum)
I’m a Rex, you all are Willy, your boys are pets, mine are killers, haha
Wa-Wa-Wa-Wait, bu-bu-bu-bu, money and honey, I’m Winnie the Pooh (Krr)
I got the route and a brother with an AK itching to empty the reaper, haha (Hahaha)
Went to sleep broke, woke up the freshest in Spain, yeah (Yeah)
My aura’s overweight, I do push-ups with your girl on my back
I’m writing out my life, cruising in an R34 Skyline, yeah
No time to really enjoy this, but I can’t let the wave crash
I’m Pelé, the stadiums rise for me (Krr), my island loves me, the hoes adore me
Your girl looks up to me, this is the moment, bro, and they come on their own (Prr)

The women, the views, the gold all come on their own
They come on their own just like the stacks
They come on their own like success after all the work, fu*k

[Chorus]
I barely even write now, I barely even smoke, I don’t hit the studio unless it’s a hit (Prra!)
We ain’t skinny no more, Pana and La Joia eat your whole fortune on a feat (Grra!)
I’ll cut my d!ck off if the album I drop when I lift the ski mask don’t hit
I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more ki, hahaha

[Verse 2]
I-I got money sitting in the bank with no limit, yeah (Pu-pu-pu-pu)
Got a hundred grand in the bank, fu*k, haha
Don’t even know how we pulled it off, but we did (Prr!)
Now that we’re on top, we don’t value where we climbed from, fu*k (Ah)
Damn this money, it’s turning me into my own idol (Pla!)
Bless this ambition, it rewrote my fate (Krr!)
But close the window before I jump, yeah
Not depressed at all, but my ego makes me feel like I can fly, yeah
I’m at home tripping, feels like anything is possible, yeah
I’m turning bipolar, I love this s*it, but I can smell the day I’ll get tired of it (Prra!)

[Outro]
(Pu-pu-pu-pu, fu*k)
Yeah
(Pu-pu-pu-pu, fu*k)
Yeah
(Grra!)
Yeah, fu*k
Yeah (Grr!)
(Pu-pu-pum, yeah)
(Pu-pu-pum, yeah)