ZAZA (part. Óscar Maydon)

How did I buy the watch?
He says to me: What's up?
Crook, I swear I'm not
Hey, but there's a new house

The canton is filled with asses alone
Man, how fat is there?
The weed that I smoke
Hey, whores love me

(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
I don't know what's wrong with me
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
My mother calls me
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
There is money at home
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
Whores love me

It's the same on a Monday as on a Saturday
They ask how I do it
The movie, the jacuzzi, the tusi, in your pussy
It's already got me really messed up

I don't like it, but I love it
Slow, slow and no one can take me away
But I like it, but I love it
The Sun is out and I don't want to go home

I am the best thing you have ever known in your life
Maybe I'll never be here, but you can count on me

Don't be confused, I'm not your friend
I want to fuck you, also be cute
Lomecan lover, pure good girl
There are four asses (what a delicious dinner)

I am the best thing you have ever known in your life
I may never be here, but you can count on me

Don't be confused, I'm not your friend
I want to fuck you, also be cute
Lomecan lover, pure good girl
There are four asses (what a delicious dinner)

(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
I don't know what's wrong with me
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
Your bitch calls me and says: What's up?
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
There is money at home
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
Whores love me

Slow, play, play my race
Today I have money, tomorrow I may die

And if I die, we go happy
Something that death will not take away from me
Seeing my people sing my corridos
I'm taking that to the grave

The baby is psychic
In my mind he already lives
Posing nude
Move the flow Miami vibes

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

Whores, tusi, Miami

(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
I don't know what's wrong with me
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
My mother calls me
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
There is money at home
(Zaza, zaza, zaza, zaza)
Whores love me

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

Ding-ding-ding-ding
Chain of master jewelers
It just goes cling-cling-cling-cling
Like Chino Antrax, wearing Louboutin

An American whore that I flew to Punta Cana
Gets up in the morning with my pajama file
Ask if I'm wrong, photos at the Taj Mahal
With Arabs on Insta, magazine models

Diamonds appear in stories
I know your girl's tattoos by heart
I'll make her do the Genkidama
And I make the one you want as a lady a whore

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

I have a new house and I drive a Rolls-Royce
Well, not even if they gave it away, Miami, a mommy for me
On the tatami, tell me how many there are and how many do they come out?
You smell a Casio with a bank, that in shame I'll turn you off
Rings, chains, sentences, the girls are already driving me crazy

I laugh at how everything changed and I go, wearing the necklaces
Elekes, the checks, so you can check how we're rolling up our sleeves
And I don't sleep, I live at night, all in black, green is the Corvette
I pull her hair, no reproach, and your bra is in the way of the clasps