Jimmy Fallon (remix) (feat. Khea, C.R.O y Duki)

All mine die for me
We're making money without sleeping, ah
We arrive first before leaving
All your friends want to die

I'm counting tickets, tickets like Jimmy Fallon
I'm hitting triples like Kobe or Malone
That girl tells me: Lucho, you're very bad
I know she's wild in pussy, a kiss and to the neighborhood
A day has passed, bro, I don't deal with fakes
And the street is burning, chain in the pool
I'm exploding the party like David Guetta
I left them out of the game, I'm David Beckham

Writing to you in the Uber, arriving at the studio
If I smoke their shit, bae, I feel dirty
I feel enlightened in the dark environment
I learned without differences, breaking down walls
I feel like Irving, I'm a rainbow
It's the lights of my bling bling shining
With me it feels like Britney, lighting the Phillies
And there are a couple of niggas watching
They don't feel so G anymore
I'm burning this shit
They want to take me out of the car
Let that bitch forgive me
I was born poor, I'll die rich
If I saw them freakeando around

I'm counting tickets, tickets like Jimmy Fallon
I'm hitting triples like Kobe or Malone
That girl tells me: Lucho, you're very bad
I know she's wild in pussy, a kiss and to the neighborhood
A day has passed, bro, I don't deal with fakes
And the street is burning, chain in the pool
I'm exploding the party like David Guetta
I left them out of the game, I'm David Beckham

MVP, always destroy
Boy, all the bad bitches are looking for my flow
MVP, always destroy
They know that when I arrive, their pressure drops
MVP, always destroy
Boy, all the bad bitches are looking for my flow
MVP, always destroy
They sweat in bikinis, you can already feel the heat

I'm counting tickets, tickets like Jimmy Fallon
I go out with a couple of blondes, my devilish face
Don't look for me, I'll look for you, bro, I'll call you later
They always look for C.R.O because he's a villain
As my brother said, I don't deal with fakes
If the street is burning, chain in the pool
If you want to go up to heaven, I have the recipe
If you don't have bills, better not get involved
Don't get involved here, boy, we're going to shoot you
Jimmy Fallon, let me explain, we don't stop counting

Breaking the live, Jimmy Fallon called me
Every time I record, I record a hit
I don't know how those rappers are so bad
They don't surpass what I do
Mami, I feel like Jimmy Fallon
Every day new payments
The neighborhood kid is an entrepreneur
And now he's going to be a millionaire
I put Gelato in the Backwood, ah-huh
My eyes stay in China
I like simple things, I like bad girls
I like Italian things
Another photo for the album, ah-huh
My brothers dance to it
El Tute escaping from the police listening to Natalia, Natalia

We don't lower the level, like Jimmy
Cutting the tickets, your bitchie asks us for the remix
Pure ice, diamonds, VVS
I smoke and fly, we're living well
Your bitch gets all wet when she sees us starting the show
With you saint, with me a bad girl
She cuts the molly, throws it to the Jäger
She knows we're with the ones who are worth it

All mine die for me
We're making money without sleeping, ah
We arrive first before leaving
All your friends want to die, eh
All mine die for me
We're making money without sleeping, ah
We arrive first before leaving
All your friends want to die

I'm counting tickets, tickets like Jimmy Fallon
I'm hitting triples like Kobe or Malone
That girl tells me: Lucho, you're very bad
I know she's wild in pussy, a kiss and to the neighborhood
A day has passed, bro, I don't deal with fakes
And the street is burning, chain in the pool
I'm exploding the party like David Guetta
I left them out of the game, I'm David Beckham

Yeah, mami, you know
Shout-out to Luchito, Jimmy Fallon Remix
KHEA Young Flex
Bardero$ Crew, C.R.O
Duko, Modo Diablo is in the house, baby
Huge hug to all the people listening
And this, mami, is true Argentine trap, never forget, bastard
Prrra!