Dígitos (feat. Myke Towers)

Uh
Lama, yeah

I have a Richard Mille worth more than your house and your car
I look like a broom because I sweep these bastards
They say they're lit, I'm going to put them out, they're cigarettes
Social distancing, smellbug, I have a cold, uh-yeah

I feel on cloud nine
They go down, Austin rises
You are like the clothes you wear
How quickly they get dirty

I don't have a GRAMMY because I didn't suck up to anyone
I always stayed true
Loud, son of a bitch
If we put pressure, we'll make you move

Since I was a multimillionaire kid
I'm the one who kept the throne
We took the glove off Thanos
And I left Thor without his hammer

We're going to knock down your door
Even if you put a bolt on it
Don't get confused, bastards
If in La Calma they all pull the trigger

My account goes up in digits
I'm ultra mega like Químico
The grass I smoke is hybrid
Respected, bastard, like a biblical verse

Hey, my account goes up in digits
I'm ultra mega like Químico
How? And the grass I smoke is citrus
I'm respected, bastard, like a biblical verse

The figures on my checks look like phone numbers
I don't snore, but here I am hoarse
I don't even laugh at these comedians' jokes
I was listening to Arca in Santurce and got melancholic
Now all these bitches want candy, I keep giving them lollipops

The digits keep going up
I tell them the codes and all, hey
The day I leave, I'll leave them my spirit
They want to compare, but there's no similarity between us, hey
The slow donkeys play it like honey to Winnie the Pooh

Actions even in Liverpool
Why should I care how you live?
I'm on a large scale without letting myself feel fully
I'll never let it fall, I keep causing them unease
Your bitch wants to swallow my milk as if it were a B-52

You have to have more money than followers
All designer duffle bags, hey
The bundles are beautiful, yes, but don't fall in love, hey
I know everyone talks and none can handle La Mole, hey
They're out there saying you're rodents, yes, hey

My account goes up in digits
I'm ultra mega like Químico
The grass I smoke is hybrid
Respected, bastard, like a biblical verse

Hey, my account goes up in digits
I'm ultra mega like Químico
How? And the grass I smoke is citrus
I'm respected, bastard, like a biblical verse

Auh!
Sah, ha
Yeah
Young Kingz, baby
Okay
Easy money
Easy money, baby
Ha ha
Easy
Flow Factory Inc (Flow Factory)
Ha ha
The company
Myke Towers, baby (Uh)
Indica, Austin
Feniko
EHXX The Professor
Directly from La Calma Suite