Pinky Ring (remix) (feat. J Balvin, Myke Towers y Jhay Cortez)

(Earthlings in the beats)

I was stuck in traffic, now I live like Ricky Ricón
I try to be lowkey
But the pinky ring steals all the attention
So much picketing, with me you can ride a complex, ah

And it's not a movie anymore, now it's a blockbuster
Bastard, you don't even have a graduation ring (bastards)
The girls climb on top of me as if I were a heel
My picket is legendary, like Don Francisco's flow on television, I'm done

This is the remix

It's not the brand of clothes, it's that the swaggy never fails (you know it)
We have the power (listen; the power)
Stay still or I'll mess you up, Shaggy (what you say?)
Don't measure forces, because my pinky rings are worth more than you
The pedals are Louboutin
Another league, you don't have access even if I give you a PIN
Pinky ring
Shining and celebrating with the same team

(Easy money, baby)

We're ready for business, partner
We're not in leisure time
The coat I'm wearing looks like a bear's house
They boast about the street and when confronted, they say they're religious
I always move stealthily, whoever sees nebulous falls

The ring goes on the pinky
Junell, tell Miky to indicate
We go up without lowering the zippers
We burn counting the tickets

And the swaggy never fails, like Michael Jordan
The shot on the Spurs' line
And with eyes closed each of my records
Will cost around a hundred kilos, hey

My life seems like a movie
The glasses and sneakers are Louis V
You have a screen on your boobs
We hit Shaggy and Scooby

Don't measure forces, it's not the same
When they see us arrive in the Cummins
My initials on the mule
That the cops pass the suitcase to me (leggo'; J Balvin, man)

With the same team
All my women are expensive and none with liposuction
Always first like the '85 Jordan
I'm with 20 women and you with 20 guys, here it smells good

Tell me, my G (my G)
We're clear, we're clear, I'm with the OG (OG)
All real, always real, everything of mine is OG
We're flexin' all the time in the Mercedes G, in the Mercedes G

G from the G-Wagon (Wagon)
If you saw what they deposited the other day
If you talk to me, partner, it'll cost you
You went to the mall with friends, but didn't buy anything
We don't buy that movie'

In my jet I fly (fly), on my neck ice (ice)
All Louis Vuitton, flying in the sky (sky)
I always walk on catwalks and I'm not a model (yah)
Ask Kanye who copied even my hair (yo')

It's not the brand of clothes, it's that the swaggy never fails (you know it)
We have the power (listen; the power)
Stay still or I'll mess you up, Shaggy (what you say?)
Don't measure forces, because my pinky rings are worth more than you
The pedals are Louboutin
Another league, you don't have access even if I give you a PIN
Pinky ring
Shining and celebrating with the same team (indicating, Jhayco)

Bastard, always celebrating with the movie playing
These bastards end up all in the United States
Here we spray the rats
Rings on all fingers like at the end of the NBA

Throw the seeds and light the joints
She likes me because I have a wicked flow
She tells me that sometimes refined, sometimes rough
And we're going to war like Arcángel and Polaco

Bastard, we know your business and without balls you have us
What do you have? With whom or who?
I am the pressure; bastard, you don't have it
You're bitten because we got to the kid's mom

There are 40 on the chain and 40 on the watch
I walk on the road as if I were the boss (bo', bo', bo', bo')
Hey, with the Z like Jon
The pinky ring with LeBron's three rings; bastard, are you following me?

The movie is real
I don't force it, natural shine (you know it)
With mine until the end and out with the school bus
With all the deserters and the official registration
Into the club to party

Bring the bottles off, but light the Phillies (light the Phillies)
We're Free Willy, grinding the fades of these thrillies
I'm the aqueduct that supplies the water, this is Nikini (Nikini)
The purest flow like the coke that Santini blocks

And in the V.I.P. the packs coming out of the skinny
Pull out the picky and we're going to give it all in the beanie
We want champagne, not Pink Martini
And we stay in the club
And we set that on fire like the Phoenix Sun

The association of the 90 picketers, bastard