Hablan de Mí

I'm fire, but I cool it with the kids
The more experience I get
The more twisted my mind becomes

I like being in charge, not begging
In secret, it’s not for the TV
But bye bye, no more Fran Maira for you

Because I’m too hot, they think I’m a bitch
They can call me a dog, but I’m a millionaire
They talk about me, it seems viral
They talk about me, but they’re my fans
To my face, they don’t say a thing

I earned what’s mine, and that hurts them
With chocolate and treats, I racked up the bucks
With a hit song, I hooked the BM
They can’t reach my level

Oh, oh, oh, how aggressive
If they get mad, it’s not my fault
They’ll have to see me every day
I knew this would happen

What I said, that I couldn’t
They want to throw shade, but it was already known that

I like them older
I don’t teach the younger ones
Better to have one who can handle it and won’t fall in love

Because I’m too hot, they think I’m a bitch
They can call me a dog, but I’m a millionaire
They talk about me, it seems viral
They talk about me, but they’re my fans
To my face, they don’t say a thing

Worried?
Baby, you don’t even exist to me
In the end, the number of zeros in my account
Is the same as the messages I don’t even respond to