5, 4, 3 (Pretty woman) (feat. Lay Bankz)

It's as if they turned on a neon sign flashing the word ‘danger’ instead of a track. There's the jaw-dropping gait, the fire, and the five-star ice cream sauce - all served with that same confident click of heels that's louder than the bass.

There is audacity and glamour in this cocktail, but it is seasoned with a smile that says, ‘What did you expect?’ The scene is more like an arena: the audience throws stones, but they can't take their eyes off it. The music spins your head like a carousel, and even when the lyrics talk about heaviness, it flows easily, as if it were all just a game where the grand prize has long been known.