La Loto (part. Becky G y Anitta)

We're talking about voltage
Today we're sweating off all the makeup
You have me flying high without a ticket
The one that's with you doesn't want to come down

But today I come with five friends, look what I brought
This now looks like our catwalk
One passes, two pass, they're all very beautiful
If the light goes out, baby, light the candle

Because today we're not lowering it, we're staging a riot
We are all pure broken-hearts here
What the people say about me matters little to me
It seems that we are sinning tonight

Tomorrow, we confess
The babe with me won the lotto
I want to do bad things, bit-by-bit
It seems like we sinned tonight

Tomorrow, we confess
Tomorrow, we confess
Oh, what a nice time we had
And it seems like we sinned tonight (Anitta)

I am coming for mine today
I'm flying direct to Miami from Rio
Making the entire village dance
I brought Tini, we're going to stage a huge mess

Let it go up and down, the only thing that I ask of you
I like to hit it hard against the wall
Diamonds shining from my head to my feet
And he's one of mine, he won the lotto

Because today we aren't lowering it, we're staging a riot
We are all pure broken-hearts here
What the people say matters little to me
It seems like we sinned tonight

Tomorrow, we confess
The babe with me won the lotto
I want to do bad things, bit-by-bit
It seems like we sinned tonight

Tomorrow, we confess
Tomorrow, we confess
Oh, what a nice time we had
And tonight it seems like we sinned

We're the divas, the babes of the party, with a safari flow
Your baby will answer when Becky G calls
We've got all the drip-drip, it's all from Gucci-cci
I have you enthralled, like Lele with Guaynaa

Short little skirt, nothing on underneath, eh
Because this is work
We have the expensive honey, pricey
I'm with my girls and the rest can go to hell

If you-if you-if you want, I want, baby, you want
To ask permission, yes, also, but it's possible
Blessed with me, this doesn't go on the walls
You, you, yes, you want, you, you, yes, you want

We're staging a riot
We are all pure broken-hearts here
What the people say about me matters little to me
It seems like we sinned tonight

Tomorrow, we confess
The babe with me won the lotto
I want to make you bad, bit-by-bit
It seems like we sinned tonight

Tomorrow, we confess
Tomorrow, we confess
Oh, what a nice time we had
And tonight it seems like we sinned

(Tomorrow we confess)
TINI, TINI, TINI
Anitta
Becky-Becky-Becky G, mm-hmm