Bellakita (part. Victor Mendivil)

She’s got the urge to dance, no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young
Saturday, going all out, and on Sunday, she goes to church
In high school, she was already a wild one

I’m her crazy guy and she’s my wild girl
Let’s keep the party going, don’t stop, let’s stay up all night
I’ve got cash for whatever you need
In Miami, in L.A., what’s the price?
You know we’re hitting the stage for a party

She’s got the urge to dance, no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young and she’s ready to make up for it
Saturday, going all out, and on Sunday, she goes to church
(And in high school, she was already a wild one)

No one can stop her, since her heart got broken, she’s not the same
With whoever she wants, she’s going to party, she’s going to get laid
In a short top, they stare, don’t forget the little tease

A-a-a-a
She likes the bad boys, it shows
That’s why I always carry two guns in my belt
Strapped on the street, strapped in the club, who cares?
She gets wild and the 9mm shows

Pants hanging low, of course
Because both Glocks pack a good punch
I like it when she hugs me and feels the steel
The Deadpool, the boss’s girl, or the iron

I like it when she dances for me
When we’re in bed, she doesn’t leave
Put a pole in the room and throw down stacks of hundreds
She says: Make it rain, let it feel like a king (ah)

She’s got the urge to dance, no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young
Saturday, going all out, and on Sunday, she goes to church
In high school, she was already a wild one

I’m her crazy guy and she’s my wild girl
Let’s keep the party going, don’t stop, let’s stay up all night
I’ve got cash for whatever you need
In Miami, in L.A., what’s the price?

She’s got the urge to dance, and no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young
Saturday, going all out, and on Sunday, she goes to church
In high school, she was already a wild one

She doesn’t hold back, addicted to the good life
Still rolling, her hair is black
And she rolls her own weed
Pepper spray and also the gun

Spoiled, the baby doesn’t ask me for roses anymore
Now it’s just jewelry, she doesn’t think about other things
Cars, diamonds, she wants operations
A gold Cartier, estates, intentions

In front of your dude, you know I’ll pull the sword
If you’re with me, I don’t like you talking to him
You come to the room if your phone needs a charge
What we have will always be enviable

Every time she goes to the club, they send several bottles
But she doesn’t accept them, because she pays for them herself
She loves guns, the girl has her fingerprints
A party girl that doesn’t look like the others (like the others)

She’s got the urge to dance, no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young
Saturday, going all out, and on Sunday, she goes to church
In high school, she was already a wild one

I’m her crazy guy and she’s my wild girl
Let’s keep the party going, don’t stop, let’s stay up all night
I’ve got cash for whatever you need
In Miami, in L.A., what’s the price?

And she’s got the urge to dance, my friend Nata
We’re going all out
Her friend Victor Mendivil
All about the
All about the Rich or Dead, let’s go!