Smoke & Hustle

Let 'em talk, let 'em wait

We don't stand in line at the gate

We step in, we own the list

No pressure, just a flick of the wrist (baila) Locked in the

dembow, feel the heat blow We step in,

we own the list

Slow walk, ice cold in the parking lot

Underneath the palm trees,

everything we got is hot

Spanglish flow, we set the pace No need to rush when you

run the place (ahhh)

When the bass drops,

we don't look back (no lookin' back) Every single beat aligned on

the track

We step in, we own the list

No pressure, just a flick of the wrist (baila) Locked in the

dembow, feel the heat blow We step in,

we own the list

Cruising the boulevard, warm wind in our face

Leaving a trace, nobody can replace this space (dale)

Soft flex, hard groove,

that's how we move

Own the list (yeah)

Just a flick of the wrist