Amiri Jeans (remix) (feat. ITHAN NY, Cris Mj, JC Reyes y Ak4:20)

Don't talk to me about cash, babe
I’ve got my schedule packed
Every day, another piece
I don’t even check the price anymore

Amiri jeans
We’re sipping lean
Counting a grand, from twenty grand
Yakuza Mafia, in the music we’re all about the kill
Hustlers since we were little
Forty-seven on the drill
And your pussy on my dick, yeah
Loyalty, loyalty
The same ones as always, we’re still here
Moving the keys

Moving the keys, we came from nothing
Now we’re all stacked up with cash
Free for all the homies
Who hustle for the dough like killers
Now the girls call me: Daddy
If I don’t give it to you, the forty guys will
Everybody get those asses bouncing
Watch out, don’t stain my Amiri
We go out at night to spend what we got from the party
We move fast like a Ferrari
I smoke exotic weed, it’s from Cali
Your girl’s giving it up for a molly
The cars screech, drifting like a rally
Blowing smoke, like a Rastafari
Shout out to my aunt Loli from here
Yakuza Mafia was the seal of Galee

Amiri jeans
We’re sipping lean
Counting a grand
Stacks of a thousand
The Green Lanterns for Yakuza, we’re all about the kill
Hustlers since we were little
Forty-seven on the drill
And your pussy on my dick
Yeah
Loyalty, loyalty
The same ones as always, we’re still here
Moving the keys

Amiri, Amiri, on gang
The drip is designer, no big deal
Daiquiris for the girls to drink
And more than twenty million in regular bling
Extendo, extendo to shoot
Money pack but inside the Gucci bag
[?] Whatever you want, we got the plug
We set you up, with your nothing we stick an AirTag
I got solid gold in my teeth
When we step, the key is felt
In the whole district, I’m a client
We got the glock with the serial erased
And nothing without a license
Homies, killers, and frequent friends
The music and streets are full of snakes
Millionaire by law, clearly
I’m my own boss, staying independent
Full of-

Amiri jeans
We’re sipping lean
Counting a grand, from twenty grand
Yakuza Mafia in the music, we’re all about the kill
Hustlers since we were little
The kids on the drill
And your pussy on my dick, yeah
Loyalty, loyalty
The same ones as always, we’re still here
Moving the keys

Chuchetumare, with the piss key
I don’t stop hustling or for the cops
Tell me Cris, Mj in the mafia with the forty
Taking the keys
I arrived in Europe, where the Green Lanterns are
With JC Reyes and all the gangsters
Those who hunt gold and diamond chains
Forty-seven blasting on all the speakers

Ey
When you hear the: Rrr
The shots are for the sneakers
Or in the face, full Deli
My double cup is with Henny
My ZaZa smells like cherry
Mixing Don Paco and Fetty
Monflair, change the beat for me
Yeah, yeah, no, of course I’ll break it
And I got jewels that cost a hundred grand, that’s what your career is worth
And if you want something from the Amiri, I can buy it for you
High money and here we invest
And the packs that come down in Chile, I got twenty
When I sound off, it’s different
And I’ll let you know now, that when I turn around I’m not with people
And the girls twerk
So they shake that booty
The forty I got under the hoodie
Crazy to let off a burst and leave them shaking like Scooby
Haha

Amiri jeans, we’re sipping lean
The crew’s over ten grand
Your bitch wants my dick
Because we’re on fleek, ha
I got diamonds in my grillz, like I dreamed since I was little
Rolling in an Aston Martin
The forty stamped with Supreme
I’m gonna break your bitch
We don’t care about anything, whatever, come to the block
I’m with all my brothers
Yakuza the mafia, Mj, what’s up?
I don’t stop hustling
Don’t front on me, I got metal too
Don’t come at me with stories or we’re gonna kidnap you
Blessings to my brother Galee who watches over me from heaven
Now that we’re sounding off, breaking the remix with Piero