La Temperatura

The temperature
Out on the street, babe
The party's lit
Don't argue with me

The night is free, the girls wanna dance
Dressed up, heading out, all made up
Having some drinks, tequila to shake it
No one’s stopping them, they say they’re gonna get wasted

Left the toxic guy behind
And that motherfucker won’t stop calling
Can’t you see I’m not into you? Baby, fly away
After this, I swear, I’m staying single

'Cause it’s heating up (the temperature)
Dresses and heels (out on the street, babe)
This is on fire (the party's lit)
No one’s waiting for me (don’t argue with me)
Youh

I’m heading out, brace yourself
All in Louis V, I’m gonna be bad
Bring the hookah and a couple of drinks
Tito's with Red Bull, mango with guaro

Check my DMs, got a ball player hitting me up
Another NBA guy, seeing stacks of zeros
They’re throwing down for this ass
Not just locals, but foreigners too

And still, there’s cash to spend, pockets so fat
Rolling with my Latin crew, can’t you see?
And still, there’s cash to spend, pockets so fat
Rolling with my Latin crew, can’t you see?

Uh, hot mama, it’s getting warm
And that little bit of clothing?

It’s 'cause it’s heating up (the temperature)
Dresses and heels (out on the street, babe)
This is on fire (the party's lit)
No one’s waiting for me (don’t argue with me)

Left the toxic guy behind
And that motherfucker won’t stop calling
Can’t you see I’m not into you? Baby, fly away
After this, I swear, I’m staying single