BALMAIN (remix) (part. Justin Quiles, Brray y Miky Woodz)

Remers on the beat
You got more fierce, more wild, more expensive
You’re from here, that pretty face is imported
Sweating Coco Chanel while you dance: Zun Da Da
And you got more stylish, more badass, more expensive

I always want you
What we have isn’t anything new, let’s drop the act
You got more fierce, more wild, more stylish, you got more expensive

If it’s not Burberry, it’s Balmain (-main)
Baby, you’re looking tight, you look good, better than fine
That ass is deadly, kicks like a pen
I hold it steady, take off your bra

And if it’s not Burberry, I dress you in Philipp Plein
Ask me for whatever, ask me for anything
That ass is deadly, kicks like a pen (I won’t lie, the OG once again)
You’re my favorite, I give you everything on the weekends (we meet again, ey)

If they talk about flow, she’s on another level
With her, I don’t look to the side and I’m hooked on her vibe (no, no, no, no)
When she’s feeling frisky, I already know the signs (I know it)
That ass weighs a lot, I put it on the scale (yeah, yeah, you know)

And I want to hit that heavy weight booty all day
She told me: Baby, I work at 6, but anyway
She wants me to pick her up so I can smash during her break (hold up)
The baby wants milk, I serve it like Corn Flakes

The networks lit up and she got a glow-up, the surgeon hooked her up
The mirror made her a goddess, that’s when she grew
If it’s not Balmain, Burberry looks like it sponsored her
Smart girl, that ass benefited her, I’m done (let's get it, baby), haha

Ey, she raised the price
The little princess eats up the monsters
Little guys who don’t post pics
Many have invested and haven’t hit it big, like in the lottery

She kept going, just laughs and says I’m crazy
I’m chilling on the beach with those coconuts
I’m in control, even though what we have is remote
We went to hook up and I was your pilot

You’re a fail, girl, you’re a grenade, -da
You’re not my lady, but you make me go ga-ga-ga
One starts and the other ends, -ba
We got the bed sounding: Ba-ba-ba

You walked into a dead-end alley, my love
Our wild times can’t be stopped, let it keep going
The Cookies, little cookie to eat you up
Lick you, gangster till death

I always want you
What we have isn’t anything new, let’s drop the act
You got more fierce, more wild, more stylish, you got more expensive

If it’s not Burberry, it’s Balmain
Baby, you’re looking tight, you look good, better than fine
That ass is deadly, kicks like a pen
I grab her tits and take off her bra

And if it’s not Burberry, I dress you in Philipp Plein
Ask me for whatever, ask me for anything
That ass is deadly, kicks like a pen
You’re my favorite, I give you everything on the weekends

Price went up, ey, on top
They front and it all falls apart, yeah
They always go psycho
Because they know how she moves in the nightclub, yeah

The baby shines without VVS
She was hot, but with the VVS she went to another level
Beach and hotel vibes
Artists, ballers, soccer players, and I know it’s naqui-naqui-naqui, nothing to do with it

And no matter how much she lies, everyone believes it
She’s not bad, she just knows how to do things right
Disappears all week and shows up on the weekend
Asking to get it, uff, amen

Don’t give a damn if there’s another guy
She doesn’t drop from Balmain, Balmain
On the side, they treat her like the main (La Ré, baby)

Yeah, you got all the codes
That ass is solid, tanned, sun and all
I’ll eat that whole little thing
Inside without a hat, inside flow Kobe and all

Yeah, yeah, flow aesthetic
That body of yours is a movie, deserves an Emmy
An Oscar, this bi
I tell you I’m outside, not that you get ready

Ready, that ass is heavy (yeah)
I take photos and videos and we make an edit, yeah
Making it rain confetti, watch me steady
To make you my trap queen like Fetty

Yeah, La Ré, baby
Sheesh
Yeah, Remers
Miky Woodz

Yeah
Los G4
White Lion
The real ones, you know, man

The Black Sheep, motherfucker
Remers
Miky Woodz
J Quiles
La Ré, baby