Muévelo (part. Ankhal)

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Panda Black on the beat
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Move it (move it), move it (move it)
That ass, move it (move it)
Move it, move it, move it
The hundred-dollar bills, smell them

Pick it up, bring it down, like a kilo on a flight
Move it, move it, move it
That ass, move it

They talk smack about me, but I'm living well
If I were you, I'd hate me, too, yeah-yeah-yeah
Success and hundred-dollar bills, I slept with your girl, too
She's coming tomorrow, too, yeah-yeah-yeah

I throw hundreds, all them hundreds, and–
That's why they brought me another girl
Telling her to clap those butt cheeks as if she were a seal
Telling her to use her tongue while she undoes my zipper with her mouth

Move it and break it
You're not looking too bad
Is it because we're badass and can't be imitated
Or is it that your girl is ugly and mine has a European flow?
Or, is your music boring and we can't find you in the RIAA? Yeah-yeah

Move it (move it), move it (move it)
That ass, move it (move it)
Move it, move it, move it
The hundred-dollar bills, smell them

Pick it up, bring it down, like a kilo on a flight
Move it, move it, move it
That ass, move it

Son of a bitch, you're boasting, but your little lady is driving me nuts
She came by yesterday, today, tomorrow and the day after, the day after
I swear, she has me exhausted
With how much she has sucked me off, yeah

Ooh-oh, I want all the asses
To be glued to me, baby, good, I'm horny
Her boyfriend was boasting and I had to let him know
Take a big stick and smooth him down like with Molusco
She told me that he was at her house today

Come, I have the doors open, but her legs ended up opening
If you saw her, her giant ass and her sweet little face
Those who don't know her say she's a shit-eater

Yeah, come here, bitch
And fuck me good
My bad, mami, I don't feel anything for you
Yeah-eh-eh, I don't have feelings
Baby, I don't cry anymore for the bitch

Move it, move it (move it)
That ass, move it (move it)
Move it, move it, move it
The hundred-dollar bills, smell them

Turn it up, turn it down, this bug swallow it
Move it, move it, move it
The hundred-dollar bills, smell them
Move it (ah), move it (ah)

Move that ass (ah)
Move it, move it, move it
Smell the hundred-dollar bills
Pick it up, bring it down, like a kilo on a flight

Move it, move it, move it
That ass, move it

They talk smack about me, but I'm living well
If I were you, I'd hate me, too, yeah-yeah-yeah
Ah, I can't believe
And those melons you're carrying in your bra, yeah-yeah-yeah

You hear that, babe?
Those are the jewels that I'm going to put around your neck
To pull on when I'm giving it to you on all fours
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

The Change, babe
Tell me, Ankhal
Those who try to imitate us make music like this
They shouldn't keep trying, as they'll fall (they'll fall)
Dirty (dirty)
Lyanno, babe
Tell me, Panda (hahaha)
Dirty Players, rah
The Change, babe
The Change, babe