Lotto (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas, Yandel & G-Eazy

Hey

Joyner, Joyner, Joyner

I-I-ISM

508 shit (Pum)

Mass in the building (Prrah)

Mally Mall

Let's go

El banco siempre virao' (Eh-eh), abran la caleta

Medio melón que vale mi muñeca

Hay muchos que lo han tratao', no tienen la receta

No le temo a los nombre', la calle me respeta

Un par de Mercedes y yo ni los guio (Yeh, eh-eh)

Tenemos de to', estamos bendecio's (Bendecio's)

Si no es en la calle, es en el estudio metio'

Y en el cuello hielo, siempre, siempre estamo' frío'

Frío', frío', frío', los diamante' de mis prenda'

Millo, millo, millo, pero el palo siempre anda cerca

Soy leyenda como Tito, soy boricua y no me quito

La baby me ve en la Lambo y yo sin tocarla me dice "Qué rico"

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I just hit the fuckin' lotto

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I just hit the fuckin'—

I'm still waitin' on Drake to hit me up and say "What's good, J?" (Where?)

"I need a feature on my album if you could, J" (Yeah)

I slide on a ho if she look great (Look)

And my whip matte black but it look gray (Yeah)

It took a while just to get me in a good place (What?)

Too depressed, never thought I'd see a good day (Yeah)

They tried to put me in a box with some duct tape

Nigga, you ought to open up the motherfuckin' floodgates (Brrah)

Nigga look, me and Yandel hit the jackpot (Jackpot)

Tired of being broke, just a havenot

And back then I was sellin' crack rock

Tryna make the check, sick of livin' at the trap spot

I need an old school Chevy with a ragtop (Ragtop)

Hit the switches on a ho, make her ass drop (Blah)

Say Joyner got the streets on a padlock

Know I gotta do it for my city, I'm the mascot

This is for them niggas on a six yard (Woo)

For them hoes who ain't think I'd make it this far (Yeah)

Remember you was on top, you was in charge (Woah)

Now you livin' on my shadow like Spliff Star

Always knew one day I'd be this large (Yeah)

Born and raised out of Mass but I live far

Got a strong right jab and I hit hard

Fuck around and leave a nigga leaking like discharge

Salimos a la calle, siempre estamos en play

Entramos a la disco como dieciséi'

Me vieron en baja, se comen el fake

Y si fantasmea, no le vo'a dar break

La movie en P.R. como en USA

Ustedes no pasan ni del TSA

Yo siempre en la mía, viajando en privado

Y ustede' to'itos esperando en el gate (Rrr-ra)

Con to' los diamante' cómo Thanos (¡Oh-oh!)

Ya la baby tiene todo pago (¡Oh-oh!, cash)

Ustede' roncando que son malo' (¡Oh-oh!)

Y yo haciendo millone' con to' lo que grabo (¡Oh-oh!)

En la calle estamo' claro (Valentino)

Todo Gucci, todo caro

A lo' haters que me sigan dando follow

Mientras contando dinero, estoy ocupado (¡Plo!)

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I just hit the fuckin' lotto

El banco siempre virao' (Eh-eh), abran la caleta (La caleta)

Medio melón que vale mi muñeca

Hay muchos que lo han tratao', no tienen la receta (Feel like I just won the lotto)

No le temo a los nombre', la calle me respeta (Joyner, I got you)

It's my birthday I'm 'bout to get high, high (High, high)

I tell a broke bitch "Bye, bye" (Bye, bye)

Spaceship whip look sci-fi

Mally think I'm a alien but I'm the guy, guy (Yee)

Came home, my bitch suck me dry, dry

But it's COVID-19, no high five (Nope)

I'm the best who ever did it and he got away with it

I win like it ain't no tie, tie, ooh

Why do I feel like Marshall? (Marshall)

Coldest white rapper in the game

Let me dig in my bag, my arsenal

Your bitch tip-toe on my marble

I ain't never been shit, ain't shit change

I came up with this when your bitch came

I always show up for the big game

400K on four wheels when I switch lanes

Got brothers like Mally, like Joyner (Ayy)

I got rich on my lawyer (Ayy)

Got two hoes kissin', got two in the tub gettin' naked, I think I might join her (Yee)

Was an angel until I destroyed her (Yeah)

Goyard bag, I spoiled her (Ayy)

Then it went to her head so I had to kick her out

See her around, nowadays I avoid her

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I just hit the fuckin' lotto

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I just hit the fuckin' lotto