Hoy En Dia (Duki, Bad Bunny, Myke Towers, Anuel AA, Neutro Shorty)

Those who didn’t care now sing my verses
I don’t talk to you, these days everything’s reversed
Thanks to the fruit of my labor, now I’ve got it all
Now if you want to see me, you gotta pay for a show

Those who didn’t care now sing my verses
I don’t talk to you, these days everything’s reversed
Thanks to the fruit of my labor, now I’ve got it all
Now if you want to see me, you gotta pay for a show

You gotta pull out the cash if you wanna see Myke Towers live, uh
I don’t know if you know what I’m saying
I just got a delivery, uh
I’ve always been a lover of danger

Though I usually get away
There’s so much going on I could write a book
I don’t disrespect women but if this is Robert De Niro, ah
Hey, I don’t even look at them, ah

I turned the negative around, eh
These women want a good time and hey, I’m not falling for their trap
Everything changed since he started singing
And they say but now there are so many, none of my exes can handle me, hey

Life is one and time slips away
And that’s why I only think about money
I find it hard to trust acquaintances because greed kills them inside
The cradle of the trap is Caracas, I left the block looking for the stacks

I feel like a nigga in Atlanta
Money in my pocket, Biggie in my throat, ey
Facing my family, God free me from envy
That many have for me who talk shit behind my back

But if they see me up close, they all mark the mile
Shorty acts tough, in my bed like a dog howls
And they pray squatting or on their knees
I have her sitting in the chair, my .40 doesn’t jam and

Those who didn’t care now know my lyrics by heart
Those who talked shit, nowadays even respect me
I stay the same, and I say this so you know
Now there are several behind me, my only fear is that they won’t fit, ah

Those who didn’t care now sing my verses
I don’t talk to you, these days everything’s reversed
Thanks to the fruit of my labor, now I’ve got it all
Now if you want to see me, you gotta pay for a show

That’s me, the 9 with an implant, a demon in the body of a singer
A singer in the body of a thug, the 10 changes my appearance
We caught you leaving a restaurant with the micro AK and the turban
I swear, motherfucker, that the bullets from the AK will hit you dry

And in my neighborhood even the junkies and the lookouts get involved
The drum of seventy-five and the banana
If you don’t die today, tomorrow morning, I don’t have friends today, motherfucker, I have brothers
We press the keys of the piano and no surgeon can reconstruct your face

G-27, not Ñeta, worm
No, go get the scale to weigh all this coke
I pull out the gun and I’m gonna put the barrel in your face
I’m not Kobe but we’re gonna score eighty-something
I blow a kilo at the spot and triple the work (amen)

Those who didn’t care now sing my verses
I don’t talk to you, these days everything’s reversed
Thanks to the fruit of my labor, now I’ve got it all
Now if you want to see me, you gotta pay for a show

(Uh)
They’re like ice, drowning in my glass
They wanted to be rappers, but they’re clowns
And some are ghosts, but that’s not the point
I lift the scene without using my arms

I hung up the chains and I shine more
If I add up the gold and platinum records, I build a castle
I don’t want a Ferrari, but if I buy one it’s gonna be yellow
Foreign jewelry doesn’t even enter the house

They’re exotic things, purebred dogs
Comet Duko, happens once in a lifetime
If I’m on the track, no one hits pause
Tell me doctor, I’m a man of trade, the goals are so high they’re buildings

If you want to copy me, I’ll let you know that soon I’m gonna charge for the service
And I keep doing what my people ask
I keep hustling from January to December
A few dollars, don’t fit in a check
We’re selling, but here no one sells out

Those who didn’t care now sing my verses
I don’t talk to you, these days everything’s reversed
Thanks to the fruit of my labor, now I’ve got it all
Now if you want to see me, you gotta pay for a show

(Ey, ey)
I’m in the movie killing, motherfucker, and I’m not stubborn
What you make in a month is what I spend on weed
They throw shots and I throw them back
I’m set with the music

(Ja)
I hit on the girls but I don’t get wrapped up, I got the stack
Millions in the bank, chilling on the racks
You bragging, motherfucker, about the Uru and I already got four like Shaq
They say I break all the tracks

They want me to repeat, asking for a comeback
I ignore, ignore, ignore and they die, motherfuckers, I don't give a fuck
I keep moving the kilos, the grams, the street taught me to be real
I got a couple of snitches out there, I got a couple of drum magazines

Everyone knows I’m from the street
No need to get into details
I know they’re waiting for me to fail, but it won’t happen, I swear on my mother

Those who didn’t care now sing my verses
I don’t talk to you, these days everything’s reversed
Thanks to the fruit of my labor, now I’ve got it all
Now if you want to see me, you gotta pay for a show