QUÉ QUIERES DE MÍ? (feat. Myke Towers)

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?
You want a Rolex or an Audemars? Says that with a Patek she's happy
With me, she turns off her phone so no one can interfere
She knows I'm her favorite, 'cause I do it perfectly

What do you want from me? Baby, tell me, what do you want from me?
You want a Rolex or an Audemars? Says that with a Patek she's happy
With me, she turns off her phone so no one can interfere
She knows I'm her favorite, 'cause I do it perfectly

If she knows I'm heading home, she acts like a chef and cooks naked
Her neck dripping, wrist dripping, Fiji, Aquafina
Myke Towers on the speakers
The girls from the hood and the ones who act classy listen to me
I catch effects like morphine

They see the Pullman and think it's a limo, before I was in a beat-up ride
I like to roll with all the cars in a line, at first they always clown you
And then they suck you off or get jealous for wanting to sit in your chair
Those same bastards who give hugs want to stab you in the back

In your name, I light up the throne, man, I'm my own boss
Those bullshit tracks come out and don’t hit no matter how much they pay for promo
When they want lyrics, they hit up KEITYN, if not, then Edgar or Cromo
If not, then Ríos, or hit me up, I give them all the flows and tones

And I lay down the intros and the hooks, Michael Jordan playing for the Bulls
I nail them and stick out my tongue, if I see them lining up, I place them
I flipped back up the Polos, to my junkies I said: Take it all
Baby, I spend what I earn on you, your boyfriend walks around with his elbows out

What do you want from me? Baby, tell me, what do you want from me?
You want a Rolex or an Audemars? Says that with a Patek she's happy
With me, she turns off her phone so no one can interfere
She knows I'm her favorite, 'cause I do it perfectly

What do you want from me? Baby, tell me, what do you want from me?
You want a Rolex or an Audemars? Says that with a Patek she's happy
With me, she turns off her phone so no one can interfere
She knows I'm her favorite, 'cause I do it perfectly

Myke, if we don’t drop music, these people won’t have direction
I see the competition with a Glock like how it ends up, how does the vision end like this?
We multiply, add, you guys are tough, but in division
Owner of the wave with these punches, I feel like Luffy, give me the helm

I got a black van like Batman, but I feel more like the Joker
We’re leaders, you’re followers, we’re waiting for you to say, Simon
I step wherever, I’m cold on all terrains like a Rubicon
Unpredictable, one day I step out decked out in Margiela, another day Louis Vuitton (Louis!)

Ey, what do you want from me? (Damn)
I’m with the girl smoking, stuck in the Beverly mountains, wow
Playing it smart so they don’t cry for me, I know I have enemies (damn)
I don’t take the top off the Lambo so I don’t end up like Kennedy

Ey, wow
Tell me Raymond, 'cause everything I do is legendary (damn)
From the sand to the jet, we don’t do afterparties anymore
Ey, I got a sports car in my Rollie
I was just in Huma trapping in a Yaris

What do you want from me? Baby, tell me, what do you want from me?
You want a Rolex or an Audemars? Says that with a Patek she's happy
With me, she turns off her phone so no one can interfere
She knows I'm her favorite, 'cause I do it perfectly

Eladio Carrión, what a badass!
Ey
Young Kingz, baby
Sauce Boyz, baby
Hey, hey, hey!
H sound, H sound

Dude, it’s not about shopping or putting away packages
It’s knowing how to cook with flavor
And we got the flavor, man
Ey, Myke Towers
Eladio Carrión, what a badass!