Description
Producer: Marco Galaviz
Producer: Alfredo Baltazar
Producer: Edgar Sandoval
Producer: Jaime Guerrero
Lyrics and translation
Original
Esto de la fama no se siente nada, solo las personas te tratan mejor.
Voy entrando al antro y prenden las bengalas, y de varias morritas yo soy su patrón.
Ahorita me nace decirles te amo, quizás después de un palo puede estar cabrón.
Sé que ellas quieren el billete que cargo y ellas saben que solo busco diversión.
Sigo discutiendo solo con mi mente, si lo que ahora tengo era lo que soñé.
Los esos cabrones no tiran de frente, ya saben que fronteo si se dejan ver.
Como yo no hay dos, me lo dijo mi madre, porque ella es la que sabe lo que puedo hacer.
Todos son cliché, no suenan diferente, y yo con dos, tres letras me posicioné.
Esto de la fama no se siente nada, solo las personas te tratan mejor.
Voy entrando al antro y prenden las bengalas, y de varias morritas yo soy su patrón.
El día que vista de negro a la familia, secarán sus lágrimas con los de cien.
Estaré contento, pues viví mi vida y la casa de mi madre ya se la compré.
Esto de la fama no se siente nada. Esto de la fama no se siente nada. Esto de la fama. . .
no se siente nada, nada.
English translation
This fame thing doesn't feel like anything, it's just that people treat you better.
I'm entering the club and they light the flares, and for several girls I'm their boss.
Right now I feel like telling them I love you, maybe after a beating they could be a bastard.
I know they want the ticket I carry and they know I'm just looking for fun.
I continue arguing only with my mind, if what I have now was what I dreamed of.
Those bastards don't go straight, they already know I'm going to fight if they let themselves be seen.
There aren't two of me, my mother told me, because she is the one who knows what I can do.
They are all cliche, they don't sound different, and with two, three letters I positioned myself.
This fame thing doesn't feel like anything, it's just that people treat you better.
I'm entering the club and they light the flares, and for several girls I'm their boss.
The day I dress the family in black, they will dry their tears with those of a hundred.
I will be happy, because I lived my life and I already bought my mother's house from her.
This fame thing doesn't feel like anything. This fame thing doesn't feel like anything. This about fame. . .
You don't feel anything, nothing.