Bellakita (part. Natanael Cano)

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

I’m her crazy guy and she takes me away
Kept the party going, don’t stop, let’s see the sunrise
I’ve got cash for whatever you need
In Miami, in L.A., what’s the price?
You know the style isn’t just for parties

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 she’s going all out, and Sunday she’s at church
(And in high school, she was already a wild one)

She won’t stop, since her heart got broken, it’s been the same
With whoever she wants, she’s going to party, she’s gonna get down
With a short top on, don’t forget the wild girl

Ay-ay-ay-ay
She likes the bad boys, you can tell
That’s why I always carry two short ones on my belt
Hustling on the street, hustling in the club, who cares?
She gets wild and you can see it in her eyes

Pants hanging low, of course
Because they both carry some good weight
She likes to hug me and feel the muscles
The Deadpool, the boss, or I’ll close it up

I like it when she dances for me
When we’re in bed, she doesn’t leave
Put a pole in the room and let’s go for it
All hundred-dollar bills, she says: Making it rain, don’t hold back, my queen (ah)

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

I’m her crazy guy and she takes me away
Kept the party going, don’t stop, let’s see the sunrise
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 she’s going all out, and Sunday she’s at church
In high school, she was already a wild one

No brakes for her, addicted to the good life
Kept the vibe going, her hair is black
And she rolls her own weed
Gas, spice, and also the gun

Spoiled baby, she doesn’t ask for roses
Now it’s all about jewels, she doesn’t think about other things
Cars, diamonds, she wants the big deals
A gold Cartier for her intentions

Don’t tell your guy, you know I’m hitting on you, he knows
If you’re with me, I don’t like him talking to you
She takes me to her room if your phone needs a charge
What we have will always be enviable

Bad boy face, send over several bottles
But she won’t accept them, because she pays for them
She loves guns, the girl has her own marks
A wild 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 she’s going all out, and Sunday she’s at church
In high school, she was already a wild one

I’m her crazy guy and she takes me away
Kept the party going, don’t stop, let’s see the sunrise
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
Straight up—
Straight up Rich or Dead, let’s go!