FUMETEO (remix) (feat. Mora y Feid)

The night is good for a shootout
A couple of pills, 512, DJ, put on reggaeton
I'm smoking something that came in the mail
Flirting and for fun, baby, smoking

All the thugs doing wheelies
The bike is colorful like Billie's hair
And me with the gang rolling another blunt
Some talk, but they're just a bunch of fakes

Here there are only girls who like to dance, -ance-ance
Where are the guys who like the thug life?
The smoking, the touching

Here there are only girls who like to dance, -ance-ance
Where are the guys who like the thug life?
The shining, the smoking

And if I go out, it's to spend the money
They're barely in fifth gear and I haven't even shifted to second
I'm smoking good stuff, you guys double wrap
Always quiet, but don't get confused

I don't, but my crew is ready
Skinny, but my neck is heavy
I take them like I'm William Levy
A threesome with the friend, but they're not lesbians

That big ass drives me crazy
She goes crazy if she gets excited
Elegant on the outside, wild on the inside
She wanted to meet me and I put her on all fours

That big ass drives me crazy
She goes crazy if she gets excited
Elegant on the outside, wild on the inside
She wanted to meet me and I put her on all fours

I went out on a bike with the boys looking for girls
No need to brag because we smell like money
Having a blast, that's what it's about
My crew is blessed because there are no rats

All the thugs doing wheelies
The bike is colorful like Billie's hair
Everything is original, baby, everything is Panini
We take the prettiest ones like Krillin

Here there are only girls who like to dance, -ance-ance
And also a few who like the thug life
The shining, the touching

And here there are only girls who like to dance, -ance-ance
And also a few who like the thug life
The shining, the smoking

Killer, that ass is going to kill me
Bold, she looks back when she's about to do it
I put her on all fours, she quickly took out the camera
Baby, put that away, no one has to know

Her face is in Chile, but her ass is in Canada
She's all set up as if she's about to run
Hey, she shines in the dark
When she ties her hair, she does it quickly

Troublesome boyfriend, calm down, baby
I have more guns than security guards, hey

The night is good for a shootout
A couple of pills, 512, DJ, put on reggaeton
I'm smoking something that came in the mail
Flirting and for fun, baby, smoking

The night is good for a party
I'm with my team and it's not for a fight
I only surround myself with real people
I always go for it, baby, no hesitation

(Baby, today I'm up for dancing, because we smell like money)
(Quietly, but I have plenty of cash)
(From head to toe in Louis, even the robe)
(A pound a week, I already look like a Rasta)