ZAZA (part. Victor Mendivil)

How did I buy the watch?
She asks me: What's up?
I swear I'm not a thug
Hey, but there's a new crib

The place fills up with ass
Dude, there's so much grease
The weed I smoke
Hey, the girls love me

(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
I don't know what's going on
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
My mom's calling me
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
There's money at home
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
The girls love me

Monday's just like Saturday
They ask how I do it
The movie, the jacuzzi, the party, in your pussy
Got me all twisted up

I don't like it, but I love it
Slow, slow, and no one can catch me
But I like it, but I love it
The sun's out and I don't wanna go home

I'm the best thing you've ever known
Maybe I won't always be here, but you can count on me

Don't get it twisted, I'm not your friend
I wanna fuck you, but I can be sweet
Lomecan lover, pure good girl
Four asses (what a nice dinner)

I'm the best thing you've ever known
Maybe I won't always be here, but you can count on me

Don't get it twisted, I'm not your friend
I wanna fuck you, but I can be sweet
Lomecan lover, pure good girl
Four asses (what a nice dinner)

(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
I don't know what's going on
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
Your girl calls me and says: What's up?
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
There's money at home
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
The girls love me

Slow, play, hit play on my career
Today I have money, tomorrow I might die

And if I die, we go out happy
Something that death can't take from me
Seeing my people sing my songs
That's something I'll take to the grave

The baby is psychic
She already lives in my mind
Posing naked
Moving with Miami vibes

And with a view of the sea
Champagne and stars
I want more and more
Fucking in a penthouse

Girls, party, Miami

(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
I don't know what's going on
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
My mom's calling me
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
There's money at home
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
The girls love me

And here we are in the studio in Miami, dudes
And we just made this fucking anthem

Ding-ding-ding-ding
Chain of master jewelers
Just makes cling-cling-cling-cling
Like Chino Antrax, rocking Louboutin

An American girl I took to Punta Cana
Wakes up in the morning with my lime pajamas
Asks if I'm okay, photos at the Taj Mahal
With Arabs on Insta, magazine models

Diamonds peek out in stories
Your girl's tattoos, I know them by heart
I make her do the Genkidama
And I carry the girl you want as a lady

(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
A house around my neck
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
Rich or Dead is the label
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
It's raining money
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
Flow Mayweather, I'm dying

I got a new house and I'm in a Rolls-Royce
Like it's a gift, Miami, a hot girl for me
On the tatami, tell me how many there are and they come out
You smell like a Casio with a bank, that I’ll turn off in shame
Rings, chains, sentences, the girls got me all tripped out

I laugh at how everything changed and I go, wearing the necklaces
Elekes, the checks, so you can see how we’re rolling
And I don't sleep, I live at night, all in black, green is the Corvette
I pull her hair, no regrets, and your support, the clasps get in the way