Intro (spoken, low)
Peso on my mind, peso in my palm — soft weight, heavy promise.
Verse 1 (steady, rhythmic)
I hold paper like a promise, corners bent from trips and time,
Stamped stories, inked ambition, peso lines that rewrite mines.
From la esquina to the skyline, we turned hustle into art,
Small bills, big dreams — every note a beating heart.
They measure worth by marble, I measure by the moves,
By the hands that pass it, the nights we paid our dues.
Love ain’t just affection — it’s currency and cause,
Keep a pocket full of pesos and a ledger full of laws.
Pre-Chorus (melodic)
You call it greed, I call it grace — a language of exchange,
I learned to trade my fear for focus, rearrange the range.
Chorus (anthemic, layered)
Pesos I love, pesos I trust,
Small fires to skyscrapers, turn the rust to dust.
Folded like letters with the future inside,
Peso romance, we ride, we ride.
From coins in the gutter to the vaults above,
Money’s just a mirror of the things we love.
Verse 2 (faster, punchlines)
Counted nights in coin jars, every clink another climb,
A peso for a lesson, interest paid in time.
I keep my circle tight like a mint’s impression,
Design every move like I'm printing a confession.
No luck—just ledger, no pity—just plan,
We launder doubt in discipline, press hope in hand.
Foreign faces, native roots, pesos cross the sea,
A passport of intent — I buy my destiny.
Bridge (smoother, reflective)
It ain’t about the bills, it’s about what they build,
Schools on the corner, roofs above the children’s field.
I’d rather fold a peso for a teacher who can teach,
Than stack it in a safe where the change can’t reach.
So when you see me smile at the weight in my glove,
Know it’s layered with the people and the stories that I love.
Rap Breakdown (sharp, confident)
Paper talks—paper listens—every crease a contract,
Poverty to portfolio, that’s the tactic and the act.
Invest in homegrown, let the currency circulate,
We flip small change to change the state of fate.
Not worship, but respect — pesos as tool,
Turn a system that’s cold into a warming pool.
Chorus (bigger, voices harmonizing)
Pesos I love, pesos I trust,
Small fires to skyscrapers, turn the rust to dust.
Folded like letters with the future inside,
Peso romance, we ride, we ride.
From coins in the gutter to the vaults above,
Money’s just a mirror of the things we love.
Outro (cool, decisive)
So press another peso in the palm of the plan,
We spend on tomorrow, we save where we stand.
Peso romanza — it’s more than the shove,
It’s the stubborn belief that we rise, cause we love.
Porque music
See you when I see you
Otro
¡La Brava getting to the pesos!
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