DEMONIAKA (part. Mateo On The Beatz)

(Okay, yeah)
(For the streets, you motherfucker)

That girl likes the one who robs
And the narcos, she’s anti-cop
She’s got her own style, demoniac
A dangerous one, not famous, but she outshines them all

Come on, let’s go
Call your friends, let’s get this party started (wow)
I got the good stuff for you, babe
So we can dance and show off this hit
With all my homies from Cali

Come on, let’s go
Call your friends, let’s get this party started (wow)
I got the good stuff for you, babe
So we can dance and show off this hit
With all my homies from Cali

That girl got ready, wants me to make her mine
Her friend got ready too, she wants some of Jeremías
'Cause all the guys are out here hustling
And both of them, I’m picking up in the white Bentley, not the truck
Dressed in white, holy, white like the coke
She likes to show off, asks me for a hit and first to fuck (haha)

Long live luxury, sex keeps me entertained
Free my buddy Furia, he’s coming soon
We’re up high counting hundreds
Without covering all these kids

Long live luxury, sex keeps me entertained
Free my buddy Furia, he’s coming soon
We’re up high counting hundreds
Without covering all these kids

Come on, let’s go
Call your friends, let’s get this party started
I got the good stuff for you, babe
So we can dance and show off this hit
With all my homies from Cali

Come on, let’s go
Call your friends, let’s get this party started
I got the good stuff for you, babe
So we can dance and show off this hit
With all my homies from Cali

(Haha)
(Ah, yeah, okay)
(Jere Klein, babe, you heard)
(Jere Klein, babe, your dad)
For the streets, you motherfucker
Tell Mateo, they want to do these hits we do
Straight from the money factory

Come on, let’s go