CACHÉ

Ah
This is for cruising in a Rolls-Royce or something like that
A Bentley, Maserati
Aston Martin, you get me?
Young Kingz, baby
Haha
You see it, man?

Check out my flow, I got the cash
Your girl came over and didn’t wanna leave, but I sent her packing
I don’t have a crush anymore, I crossed them all out
They get wild if I roll up in a Mercedes, BMW, or Porsche

Oh, shit, here I go again
She’s begging me to give it to her
My dick is a goal for her
She’s a total freak when no one’s watching
And I’m gonna nominate you
As the student of the month
They keep copying my style
Don’t ask, you know who it is
I walked in and burned the booth down

I don’t take her to Ben & Jerry’s, I give her bananas and she splits
For the ones with the guns, I’m always ready
To you, I’m Myke Towers, man, the Young King
I’ve been playing it cool for a while
But honestly, none of them can touch me
Just to mess around, I take out the whole league
To see where the hell they’re watching from

Light up the Phillies, don’t light the candles
I want a scene with Abella
If not, with the siren Antonella
At two, I’m rolling in four to set it off
I’m with the crew on the run
Caimito to Quintana, Manuela to La Perla
In the hood or the block, so the routine doesn’t fade

Check out my flow (you see it, man?), I got the cash
Your girl came over and didn’t wanna leave, but I sent her packing
I don’t have a crush anymore, I crossed them all out
They get wild if I roll up in a Mercedes, BMW, or Porsche

Ah
I gotta thank you for the support, 'cause in the end, you’re my fan
I give them PTSD, my flow Toño Rosario, Galáctico
They can’t get an edge even playing dirty, the tactical team’s in the street
I’m making it happen creating these anthems, sending her to the plastic surgeon

More ass, more tits, tighten that waist
They don’t compete, they’re restless
She’s asking for it harder, wants me to go deep
Yesterday Dolce & Gabbana, today Bottega Veneta

Check out my flow, I got the cash
Your girl came over and didn’t wanna leave, but I sent her packing
I don’t have a crush anymore, I crossed them all out
They get wild if I roll up in a Mercedes, BMW, or Porsche

Check out my flow, I got the cash
Your girl came over and didn’t wanna leave, but I sent her packing
I don’t have a crush anymore, I crossed them all out
They get wild if I roll up in a Mercedes, BMW, or Porsche

(Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
(Uoh, uoh, oh-oh-oh)
(Uoh, oh-oh-oh-oh)