DOS DÍAS (part. Peso Pluma)

One, two, three
One, two, three

A few drinks to fill my belly
That little bird, honestly, just won’t come down
I’m feeling stuck 'cause you won’t tell me what’s up
Two days mad, two days you haven’t talked to me
Another one of your antics
I’m here with the boys and you’re always overreacting
When you say: I love you, girl, I just don’t believe a thing
Everything I had planned went to hell

Look at what I’ve become
I love the stacks, I’m crazy for the cash
Baby, I warned you
That when I’m alone, I’m a damn mess
It wasn’t me, it was you
That made me addicted to this wild life
Check out what I got
A ton of girls and not one fills me up

Oh, mama
Tito Double P, ah
This is how the damn Double P sounds, buddy Tito
Oh-oh-oh
Bye

The high doesn’t even hit me anymore
You half-answer me, girl, just tell me what’s up
I remembered the nights we hooked up in your living room
Well, I stopped by your place and said hi to your mom

Look at what I’ve become
I love the stacks, I’m crazy for the cash
Baby, I warned you
That when I’m alone, I’m a damn mess
It wasn’t me, it was you
That made me addicted to this wild life
Check out what I got
A ton of girls and not one fills me up