Unlike Un Verano Sin Ti, which was an album about being in love and the best summers in Puerto Rico, the lyrical content in Bad Bunny’s Nadie Sabe Que Va A Pasar Mañana is about the downfalls, the wins, the life lessons.
A true testament is the focus track “Monaco.”
Backed by elegant violin and piano melodies (as heard in Charles Aznavour’s 1964 song “Hier Encore”), the classy trap song is about being the best in the game and having no comparison. He chants about his luxurious lifestyle and having famous friends like Leonardo DiCaprio while sending a clear message to the haters.
“Monaco” is currently No. 1 on the Billboard Hot Latin Songs chart.
Below, check out the complete lyrics translated into English.
Tell me, ey, tell me, this is what you wanted?
I’m classy, this is gallery trap
You’re joke, Rocky “The Kid”, a piece of crap
I am a champion, Rocky Marciano, Rocky Balboa, Rocky Maivia
I have the route, I have the lane, yes, I have the lane
I spend at nighttime, make money all day
So much money that I spend that
I like to be used, that’s why I do it with all these harpies
You don’t know what it’s like to be on the high seas with two hundred women
That the stewardess suck your **** in the sky
What it’s like to throw five hundred’ thousand in the stripclub
That’s why your opinion matters zero to me
That’s why you are 101 in the top 100 and I am first
They are no longer a rapper, now they are a podcaster
My barber is charging more than you
F***ing and traveling around the world
Drinking lots of champagne, we’re never dry
First Verstappen arrived, then Checo arrived
If Pablo saw me, he would say I’m a badass
You’re talking crap and me and my people are in Monaco
Drinking lots of champagne, we’re never dry
You’re talking alone, talking with their echo
The money sign is my new zodiac sign
Light up a cigar, the family is in Monaco
Believe me, the F1 cars are faster in person
Sofia Vergara is beautiful but she’s more beautiful in person
What you do doesn’t impress me
It’s like making a goal after Messi and Maradona
They don’t even know you in your neighborhood
I was with LeBron and DiCaprio yesterday
They asked me about my stadium tour
We talked about the family and topics of millionaires
I mean, multimillionaire, I mean, billionaire
It’s been a while since I’ve cared about the radio
A while ago I stepped out of trap, and left it to Eladio [Carrion]
Dear Diary,
Today I got deposited, was nominated to the Grammys
They criticized me again, and I didn’t care
I’m relaxed doing my thing
Don Vito, Don Beno, of The Beatles John Lennon
When I die, I’m going to leave 100 land to my grandkids
To all my girls, their butts and boobs done
And to my hater, a F40 without the breaks
For what? So they crash and die
Red, white, or matte black, which do you want?
For what? So they crash and die
R.I.P., I continue in the yacht
Drinking lots of champagne, we’re never dry
First Verstappen arrived, then Checo arrived
If Pablo saw me, he would say I’m a badass
You’re talking crap and me and my people are in Monaco
Drinking lots of champagne, we’re never dry
You’re talking alone, talking with their echo
The money sign is my new zodiac sign
Light up a blunt, the family is in Monaco
