LOS DUEÑOS DE LA CALLE (remix) (feat. Jhayco, Dei V, Myke Towers y YOVNGCHIMI)

(K.A.R. beats)
This is the damn remix
(Yecko on the beat)
(Money Wayy)
This is Money Wayy
YOVNGCHIMI
Do you follow me or not yet?
Tell me, Ousi
Hey, I'm Ousi
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Young Kingz, baby
Mmm
Hey

She told me: You pay, pay, I want to see you spend
The jet has wings, buckle up, it's going to take off
And now she wants to roll and doesn't stop twerking
The pupils dilate, a friend is kind of a leg
She brought her to show off
Let them save the sticks, let them leave the chase, hey
Another bottle that just arrived and this one is about to be spent
I'm already in a trance
Let the babies stick together, I'm horny as if I just got out of jail

Hey, and today I went out to spend it, crazy
In the club, the spotlight shines
And I notice them scared, I notice them
We entered the club ready like Héctor El Father and Coco
All mine sell coconut
The black stick hits
The owners of the street, the owners of the music, the owners of the booty

Backwoods from Gelato Godfather
Excuse me, Baby Father entered
I entered with the owners of the street
The devils, you already know (family)
The packs don't fit in Louis (the mafia)
In the VIP with all my savages
This is Glizzy Gang, don't mess with us
With Ousi (tell me, Ousi)
We have the babies rolled up smoking in the OC
The boys with the little girls, the privates are always lowkey
El Demon, I enter with my crazy ones
We arrived, scared I notice them
The babies asking me for a photo
Artistic flow, I don't even touch them
LFNM, we stop on a motorcycle (the devils)
By the beach, ask Broco
My diamonds, I don't touch them
We fill your baby with holes
She got hooked on Mvrda Gang
She wants a Diablo from Llorens
The packs of twenty and a hundred
Walking in Gucci, Givenchy too, gang (Money Wayy)

She saw how those who control the street want me
Baby, let no one find out
The one who only does it is to avoid cooperating
There are a lot of cops with papers
I told her to wait with her friend in the lobby
They like to fuck in hotels
When she's not at Fifty Eight, she's at Seven E11EVEN
Tell her that she who can, can
VVS on the neck, I grew up with the owners
The gangsters respect me and I don't milk any of them
My performance in reading people deserves an award
A ghosting in the club and I'm going to come out sending it crazy like Zé Pekeño
The trucks in line like in the DF, better tell me leader, not boss
If you lend yourself, you know we're going to charge you with all the interest
They know it's Fendi if they see the two F's, I want cash, put the stick on the S
There's a budget to cover the babies, also for the lawyers and judges
You give life to these sons of bitches without expecting anything and they don't even thank you
I have a milf and a young one, I like them to kiss like Madonna and Tokischa
She likes to wear my clothes every time she wakes up with me
If you're on top, don't be surprised when they pray for your fall
Young Kingz, baby (Dei V)

Oh-oh, we go out with the tinted cars in the Zuma and in the XR
The glope and the R
The diamond-encrusted Cuban link from the plate to the clasp
After D'Girls, let's go to the series
All the babies want it buried
I walk with those who control PR
Close the kiosks so they don't break them
Lighting the blunts and the nightclubs
This flow is worth more than an Audemars Piguet
Street, but I don't lose the cachet
The one who talks shit is because I pitched him
(Lighting the blunts and the nightclubs
This flow is worth more than an Audemars Piguet
Street, but I don't lose the cachet
The one who talks shit is because I pitched him)

Hey, and today I went out to spend it, crazy
In the club, the spotlight shines
And I notice them scared, I notice them
We entered the club ready like Héctor El Father and Coco
All mine sell coconut
The black stick hits
The owners of the street, the owners of the music, the owners of the booty

Lower the chase, I'm in chavo, bitch and booking
The club full of Cookie
We arrived and you know, movie
The flashes have me Luci
I have people who get off with the UZI
The outfit is clean, on the side a dirty one
I have the millions on my forehead flow Uzi
My baby has the millions in her pussy
Stop, stop, stop, K.A.R. beats, tighten the track for these people, this is the remix
Hey, I'm Yecko (Yecko)
I have them juqueao' like teco
We in Llorens and the babies coming out of ECO
Tell them to come, that the asses rain
That I'm with CHIMI and CHIMI always walks with sticks and the 9 (CHIMI)
I'm with your babies
I feel fugitive, the Boster in the 09 jumping from hotel to hotel

We're not at Fifty Eight, snitch, we're at LIV
Twenty thousand are all the tips
The babies and the body kit, Tokyo drift
I charged, but I exploited it all in the strip
I don't use kiss, we put it in your face like Will Smith
The owners of the street, the owners of the street, of the feat
If we press the button we'll make you an NFT
From Cupey to the 65, we're on the Metro
Bottega Venea, son of a bitch, I don't use Retro anymore
Here the asses are top
Calvin Klein boxers in case I wear the crop top
I have your bitch in the spot
She on top and she did it all for a watch
She knows I'm rich and I swear the bitches fell in love (do you follow me?)
We caught the Patek, but without diamonds
The chains are from Alex Moss, bastard, not from Eliantte
VVS, VVS, DJ Khaled flow, we the best (we the best)
These people are stressed, pass the American Express

And I went out to spend it, crazy
In the club, the spotlight shines
And I notice them scared, I notice them
We entered the club ready like Héctor El Father and Coco
All mine sell coconut
The black stick hits
The owners of the street, the owners of the music, the owners of the booty