Listen, Stream, Buy, MP3 Download and read the lyrics to the remix of the “Lotto” song by Joyner Lucas featuring G-Eazy & Yandel. The song was produced by Mally Mall & ISM.
Joyner Lucas Lotto (remix)
Joyner Lucas recently dropped off his long-awaited ADHD album, with many fans confidently assessing it to be his best body of work thus far. As such, it’s no surprise he’s eager to prolong the journey, adding a fresh pair of eyes to “Lotto” and bringing the talents of G-Eazy and Yandel into the fold for a remix. Off the bat, Yandel sets it off with some Spanish bars, adding some international flair to the triumphant banger. “Frío’, frío’, frío’, los diamante’ de mis prenda’,” he spits, catching a pocket. “Millo, millo, millo, pero el palo siempre anda cerca.”
“I’m still waitin’ on Drake to hit me up and say ‘What’s good, J?’,” raps Joyner, going above and beyond with an all-new verse. “I need a feature on my album if you could, J.” From there, he slides into a quick-tempo flow for a lengthy barrage of bars, proving once and for all that he’s far from the type to phone in a remix. The same could be said of G-Eazy, who takes the opportunity to make a bold declaration. “Why do I feel like Marshall? Coldest white rapper in the game,” he spits. “Let me dig in my bag, my arsenal / Your bitch tip-toe on my marble.”
Joyner Lucas – Lotto (remix) (ft. G-Eazy & Yandel) (prod. Mally Mall & ISM)
Lyrics
[Intro: Joyner Lucas]
Joyner, Joyner, Joyner
I-I-ISM
508 shit (Pum)
Mass in the building (Prrah)
Mally Mall
Let’s go!
[Refrain: Yandel]
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 quitó
La baby me ve en la Lambo y yo sin tocarla me dice “Que rico”
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Yandel]
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’—
[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas]
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
[Verse 3: Yandel]
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!)
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Yandel]
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
[Refrain: Yandel & G-Eazy]
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)
[Verse 4: G-Eazy]
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
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Yandel]
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
