Manrique (part. Maluma)

She doesn't struggle because she's a damn revolver
Screams like a whore jumping like a spring
Her mission squad, they're all soldiers
For the cold Off-White, for the trap Oakley

From Manrique they ended up in Miami
Global Entry at the club, drinking for free
With so many connections, they seem Illuminati
And in the flirting faster than a Bugatti

How come? Are you going to keep stealing the show?
Your devilish side shows in your face
You and your little group of friends
All cheeky
How come? Are you going to keep putting pressure
One shot and the clothes come off
They don't sing, but always in tune

Mami, put on the pressure
Because with you, baby, I'm satisfied
I swear I walk straight
I control it like playing PlayStation, that's a fact

Hey, my love, I conspire it and I hit it
Although I'm not Pirlo, I take that chip off
In other words
As we say in the neighborhood, a whim

I have a 512 and in Mercho, José
Waiting to take us to the new mansion, you know me
And from pose to pose, nobody like me, baby who dares
Turn around, show me your butt, lift your skirt
I know you're a gangster, you like the banditry
And the 650 a mix

She doesn't struggle because she's a damn revolver
Screams like a whore jumping like a spring
Her mission squad, they're all soldiers
For the cold Off-White, for the trap Oakley

From Manrique they ended up in Miami
Global Entry at the club, drinking for free
With so many connections, they seem Illuminati
And in the flirting faster than a Bugatti

How come? Are you going to keep stealing the show?
Your devilish side shows in your face
You and your little group of friends
All cheeky
How come? Are you going to keep putting pressure
One shot and the clothes come off
They don't sing, but always in tune