Rockstar (remix) (feat. Post Malone y Ozuna)

[Nicky Jam and Ozuna]
Hey me
Nicky Jam
Ozuna (Ozuna)
Post Malone
Spanish Remix
trapstar
(Tank God)

[Nicky Jam]
I do what I want, I buy what I want, because I'm a rockstar (-tar)
I'm going to the private plane in the Ferrari, on the board 180 (180)
I'm on my way to Switzerland to launch my own Hublot for sale
And I'm calling Russo because I want to spend a million on clothes

A Panamera, an F12 in front of the house
Gucci, Ferragamo, I buy everything square (uh-huh)
Rhino to cut them, rats that hunt you
Thousands of hypocrites who come and hug you (yeh, yeh)
I live life like a king (rra)
Kilos of music from Medellín to Monterrey (king)
Always crossing all the limits of the law (law)
My movie is always on play (play)
I live life like a rockstar
Those who shot no longer exist, obviously they are not there
I have witches who put you to bed with sticks
With double full comb that manifest (woo)
They say that money consumes my soul
I continue celebrating in a jet through the clouds
Nobody gave them to me when I was alone down below
Now the count never declines, it always rises
Always go up, always go up, always (woo!)

[Post Malone]
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (-sta)
Fuckin' with me, call up on an Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Ozuna]
'Okay, you are the ones who have the most
Let's look at the numbers and you will see that they are my children
What I buy is not to confront you
It's for me to take his wife in the Mercedes
Maybach, G Wagon, I take it to the private
30 thousand high, on the way to Colorado
I give him an AP in rose gold
He tells me he likes it on the plane if I do it to him
Ask your boss who knows what love is
In PR it's hot, in the DR it's loud, and it's connected in the Bronx, oh, oh
Ask your boss who knows what love is
In PR it's hot, in the DR it's loud, and it connects in the Bronx, oh, oh

I am a star, all the babies love me, they claim me
200 Richard Miller, but more bastard than the house is paid
I have no enemies, no friends, I treat everyone the same.
Just because I sing for the babies doesn't mean I can't look for them for you

[Post Malone]
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (-sta)
Fuckin' with me, call up on an Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta)

Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a