Tokicha (part. J Castle)

Let me call Castle, see where this dude is
Look who’s calling
Answer him
Yo, tell me, brother, where you at? Speak up, man
Speak up, colored boy, what’s up? What’s going on?
You in Colombia? Just chilling
Nothing, nothing, man, it’s all good in Medallo too
I’m just hanging out, chilling
Yeah, cool
Yo, yo, you got a house, a big mansion there
Speak up, with a view
Come on down here, man, come on down here
I’ll send you the location now to hang out
Yeah, yeah, but what about the beat I sent you the other day, man?
We gotta work on that, brother
It’s serious
I already did that, brother, I recorded it
Come down here, let’s shoot a video, you’re slacking
Alright, alright, I’ll handle it, I’ll handle it
If anything, we’ll show up
Let’s chill here, relax
I’ll call in thirty models and we’ll party
If this house is as big as a Choli, brother
Of course, let’s go
Let’s head out, let’s head out, I’ll be there, I’ll be there, man
Come on, haha
Hey, haha
Ah
Tell me, Castle
(Baby girl, shake that ass)
The White House (shake that ass)
With Los 66, yeah (shake that ass, shake that ass, you bitch)
Hey, ah

The Extendo from my shorty stands out (ah, you know)
For the bitches and the girls, we don’t count milligrams anymore (wuh, wuh, wuh)
Now we’re playing in your hood, in the strip club and all the apartments
Your crew with mine, dude, doesn’t mix (no)
I like the girls from Guaynabo (what, what, what?)
But the bitches who act like they don’t get down
I light a Phillie, they sip lean, they get loose (wuh, wuh!)
Shake that ass, girl, you got all the cards (shake, shake, shake)
A real bitch, you’re freaky, you’re Tokischa
You wanna hop on Superman, for the bitches I’m a magnet
The foreign clothes from Milan
All these L’s are from L.A., not Amsterdam, little bitch
Keep shaking that ass and I’ll throw you $500 more
One’s an angel, the other’s candy, they look like a duo, Plan B
Freaky girls, they’re nymphos
Gangster kittens, KAROL G and Bad Gyales acting up
Half a roll and they teleport, Make Money

Here, take a sip of honey (here, here, here, here)
That little thing is yummy (here, here, here, here)
Wants some milk, a gummy (here, here, here, here)
I’ll gift you Gucci and Tori
A trap kitty like Miko, four brushes and the mic
I’m the dude who sweeps the most bitches in Puerto Rico (haha, ah)

Qui-Qui-I want the bitches to go: Ah, ah, ah (shake, shake, shake)
If you shake that ass it makes me: Ah, ah, ah (ah, ah, ah)
I got an R and if I play it, it makes
It makes—, it makes— (you know, hey)
I want the bitches to go: Ah, ah, ah
If you shake that ass it makes me: Ah, ah, ah
I got an R and if I play it, it makes
It makes—, it makes

(I like the girls from Guaynabo, but the bitches who act like they don’t get down)
(I light a Phillie, they sip lean, they get loose)
(Shake that ass, girl, you got all the cards)
(A real bitch, you’re freaky, you’re Tokischa)
Make Money, tell me, Castle
Los 66, bitch
Tell me, Román
Talk to Kenyel
You know who we are, dude
What can I say?
Any hour, any day you want
In the booth
You know where to find me