Black Ferrari 21…21…

SANTA ANA VICE — VEINTEUNO (Wayne-inspired hyper luxury version) ⸻ [INTRO — police scanner / engine revving] “Vice units responding…” “Black Ferrari leaving Newport Coast…” “Subject identified as VeinteUno…” (lighter flick) Yeah… 21… Santana… Michoacán… (BASS EXPLODES) 21! 21! 21…1 21…..1! ⸻ [VERSE 1] Wake up smelling like a million-dollar lawsuit, Baccarat Rouge on the sheets, that’s my house suit, Richard Mille dancing every time the lights move, Black Ferrari outside looking bulletproof. Too much gold — think I swallowed all the sunlight, AP shining even in the damn moonlight, Two bad girls arguing over who mine, I told ’em “both relax, baby, we on rich time.” Chrome Hearts hoodie hanging over Valentino, Louis V sneakers stepping out the Aventador, Palm trees swaying while I’m counting up casino, Santana nights got me living like a movie score. Tom Ford leather mixed with Cuban cigar smoke, MFK cologne every time the car doors open, Mansion elevator got aquarium ceilings, Everybody rich but still broken in they feelings. 21! 21! echo through the nightclub speakers, 21! 21! diamonds dancing off the reefer smoke. (HARD BASS DROP) ⸻ [HOOK] Santa Ana Vice! Fast life! Neon lights! Champagne ice! Big chains! Private flights! Gold bottles! Cathedral nights! 21! 21! all this pressure made me legendary, 21! 21! West Coast living cemetery. Santa Ana Vice! Dark skies! Rolls-Royce lights! California nights! ⸻ [VERSE 2 — MEXICO TO CALIFORNIA] Llamada tras llamada desde una cabaña allá arriba en la sierra de Michoacán, a Santana… de Santana al resto del país… Mira… del resto del país las llamadas vienen para atrás a Santana, de Santana hasta la sierra de Michoacán… Porque el chamaco tiene que producir billetes, son dos países, ¿no? Billetes verdes… peso rosita… o moraditos… Pero lo que más le gustan son miraditas. euro. De 500 Nos dieron permiso en México de trabajar, pero el hambre no pregunta si el hombre quiere descansar. (accordion slides in) Desde morro aprendimos que la vida cobra caro, que pa’ salir adelante hay que ensuciarse las manos, Mientras unos duermen tranquilos bajo techo asegurado, otros cruzan madrugadas buscando el siguiente pago. From Michoacán all the way to Santana, llamada tras llamada while I’m smoking marijuana, One hand on faith while the other on the dollar, West Coast luxury mixed with the street trauma. ⸻ [HOOK 2 — FEMALE LAYERED VOCAL] Santa Ana Viceeeee… Living too fast underneath the city lights… Santa Ana Viceeeee… Praying to survive another California night… 21… 21… cathedral candles glowing… 21… 21… while the black Ferrari rolling… (BASS DROP) ⸻ [VERSE 3 — ARAB MONEY / GTA LIFESTYLE] Couple Arabs in the lobby talking Dubai money, White robes cleaner than the marble in the damn lobby, Hookah smoke floating like a ghost around the chandelier, Louis XIII disappearing every time I’m here. Habibi conversations over crystal glasses, Private jets booked overnight, first-class taxes, Cartier cuffs dancing underneath the flashes, Everybody rich but still carrying they sadness. Wake up in Newport Coast over ocean views, Then slide through Santana where the pressure still move, One phone for business, one for the crew, One hand on faith while the other grip the wheel smooth. Shady Canyon gates opening slow at sunrise, Palm trees moving while the city still nightlife, Mansion windows showing helicopters flying, Girls taking pictures trying to live that rich life. AMIRI denim stacked over red-bottom steppers, Ferragamo buckle shining under stormy weather, Givenchy shirt open showing tattoos on my chest, Everybody see the money — nobody see the stress. 21! 21! echo through the damn lobby… 21! 21! all this money feel like robbery. (FAST HI-HATS + HUGE BASS DROP) ⸻ [FINAL HOOK] Santa Ana Vice! Fast lane! Big chains! Private planes! Luxury pain! Champagne rain! Cathedral prayers! Street fame! 21! 21! VeinteUno through the night sky… 21! 21! California dreams and drive-bys… Santa Ana Viceeeee… (female vocals echo) “Veeeeinteuno…” “Santa Ana Viiiiice…” ⸻ [OUTRO] Five in the morning — “let’s go have breakfast…” Porsche coupe flying while the rain hit reckless, High-class Ferrari coupe parked by the entrance, while she fixing makeup in the mirror acting restless… (engine revving fades into church bells) 21… 21… 21… (police scanner cuts out)