Young Kingz, baby
Ah
What do you want? Tell me
What do you want from me? Baby, tell me, what do you want from me?
Do you want a Rolex or an Audemars? She says a Patek makes her happy
With me, she turns off her phone so no one can interfere
She knows I’m her favorite because I do it perfectly
What do you want from me? Baby, tell me, what do you want from me?
Do you want a Rolex or an Audemars? She says a Patek makes her happy
With me, she turns off her phone so no one can interfere
She knows I’m her favorite because I do it perfectly
If she knows I’m coming over, she acts like a chef and cooks without clothes
Neck dripping, wrist dripping, Fiji, Aquafina
Myke Towers on the speakers
I’m heard by girls from the hood and those who act fancy
Causing effects like morphine
They see the Pullman and think it’s a limousine; I used to ride in a Teresina
I like rolling with all the cars in a row, they mock you at first
Then they either praise you or envy you, wishing they were in your seat
The same guys who hug you are the ones who want to stab you
In their name, I light up the throne—I’m my own boss
Those trash songs come out, but they don’t hit, no matter how much promo they pay for
When they need lyrics, they call KEITYN; if not, then Edgar or Cromo
If not, then Ríos—or call me—I’ll give you all the flows and tones
I’ll even set up the intros and choruses—Michael Jordan playing for the Bulls
I take them down and stick out my tongue when I see them lining up; I skip the line
Flipped the Polo caps back up; I told my junkies, “Take it all”
Baby, I’ll spend all I earn on you, your boyfriend walks around with his elbows
What do you want from me? Baby, tell me, what do you want from me?
Do you want a Rolex or an Audemars? She says a Patek makes her happy
With me, she turns off her phone so no one can interfere
She knows I’m her favorite because I do it perfectly
What do you want from me? Baby, tell me, what do you want from me?
Do you want a Rolex or an Audemars? She says a Patek makes her happy
With me, she turns off her phone so no one can interfere
She knows I’m her favorite because I do it perfectly
Myke, if we don’t drop music, these people will lose direction
I see the competition with Glocks—I couldn’t care less, how does that vision end?
We multiply and add; you’re good, but only at division
Ruling the wave with these punches, I feel like Luffy—give me the helm
I’ve got a black band like Batman, but I feel more like The Joker
We’re leaders, you’re followers; wait until you say, “Yes, sir”
Wherever I step, I’m cool in every terrain, like a Rubicon
Unpredictable—one day dressed in Margiela, the next in Louis Vuitton (Louis V!)
Hey, what do you want from me? (Damn)
I’m with the plug smoking, up in the Beverly Hills mountains, wow
Staying sharp so they don’t cry for me; I know I’ve got enemies (Damn)
I don’t take the top off the Lambo so it doesn’t end like Kennedy (Krr, krr)
Hey, wow
Call me Raymond because everything I do is legendary (Damn)
At the beach, the jet’s ready, and now we throw afterparties (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hey, I’ve got a sports car on my Rollie
I used to be in Humacao driving a Yaris
What do you want from me? Baby, tell me, what do you want from me?
Do you want a Rolex or an Audemars? She says a Patek makes her happy
With me, she turns off her phone so no one can interfere
She knows I’m her favorite because I do it perfectly
Eladio Carrión, such a badass!
Hey
Young Kingz, baby
Sauce Boyz, baby
Hey, hey, hey!
H sound, H sound
Guys, it’s not about shopping or sniffing packages
It’s about knowing how to cook with seasoning
And we’ve got the seasoning, man
Hey, Myke Towers
Eladio Carrión, such a badass!