TUMBAO

Baby, what’s up? Tell me if you want me to take you out
I’ll take you to the mall, you know I’m not a window shopper
I’m a trapper, I’ll buy you that chocolate Sky-Dweller
If you got a boyfriend, tell him to pack it up

Six figures in the bank account
And my neck’s frozen (ah, ah)
It’s not that I’m high maintenance, in Naturola I’m the real deal
I saw you and said: Wow (wow)
I got hard and I was just sitting down
When I see you, we’re gonna throw down a few rounds

A bad bitch, asking me to hit it, capisce
She’s my girl, I don’t let her off the leash (ah)
I go a cappella, no beat
Baby, you’re hacked, you got a glitch
You’re ready to shoot a music video and strike a pose
Girl, even in the car with you
Take this dick so you can flex it back there
I smoke a Philly and get the munchies
That down there is sweet like dessert
Double D tits, that big ass, girl (ay)

If we’re in Madrid, I can be your Mbappé (ah-ah)
If we’re in Barcelona, I can be your Lamine (yeah, yeah)
If we’re in PR, I’m your Bad Bunny (Uoh-oh)
Dei V, El Flavor (dei V)
If we’re in Madrid, I can be your Mbappé (oh-oh)
If we’re in Barcelona, I can be your Lamine (ah-ah, ah)
If we’re in PR, I’m your Dei V (yeah, yeah)
El Flavor, baby, Letty’s kid

Six figures in the bank account
And my neck’s frozen (ah, ah)
It’s not that I’m high maintenance, in Naturola I’m the real deal
I saw you and said: Wow (wow)
I got hard and I was just sitting down
When I see you, we’re gonna throw down a few rounds (dei V, Underwater)

She wants that mafú, the kind that kicks like kung-fu
I’m not hungry, I’ll eat if you’re on the menu
Girl, you’re hot, but not from the flu
Lit like the cherry on a Backwood
With that ass, you got me spending
A girl like you, babe, isn’t for sharing
After the party, it’s the after in my bed
Take off your clothes and pose for the picture

Baby, what’s up? Tell me if you want me to take you out
I’ll take you to the mall, you know I’m not a window shopper
I’m a trapper, I’ll buy you that chocolate Sky-Dweller (Uoh-oh)
If you got a boyfriend, tell him to pack it up

Baby, if we’re in Madrid, I can be your Mbappé (ah-ah)
If we’re in Barcelona, I can be your Lamine (yeah, yeah)
If we’re in PR, I’m your Bad Bunny (Uoh-oh)
Dei V, El Flavor
If we’re in Madrid, I can be your Mbappé (oh-oh)
If we’re in Barcelona, I can be your Lamine (ah-ah, ah)
If we’re in PR, I’m your Dei V
El Flavor, baby, Letty’s kid (Letty)

Baby, what’s up? Tell me if you want me to take you out
I’ll take you to the mall, you know I’m not a window shopper
I’m a trapper, I’ll buy you that chocolate Sky-Dweller
If you got a boyfriend, tell him to pack it up