BELLAKEO (part. Peso Pluma)

She left her house with her mind on fire
Today she argued with the other
She left it for me

She already calls to pick her up
Plan B on the radio, singing with her girls
A few shots of Clase Azul and we go straight to the club
Because she just wants, hey

All night long, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around
Fooling around-around-around-around-around-around
Fooling around, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around
Fooling around-around-around, hey

All night long, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around
Fooling around-around-around-around-around
Fooling around, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around
Fooling around-around-around

To stay stuck to the wall
DJ, turn up the reggaeton
I like to be treated like that
And all night long, fooling around

Everyone wants to get close to me
But I don't want anyone
It's just that when you move like that
The atmosphere gets dangerous

To do some cool stuff
Daddy, you're tough, you already knew it
You are much more than I asked for
Who would have thought that tonight would happen

And it doesn't require anyone's approval
She says, eh-eh-eh
A few shots of Clase Azul and we go straight to the club
Because she just wants, hey

All night long, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around
Fooling around-around-around-around-around-around
Fooling around, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around
Fooling around-around-around, hey

All night long, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around
Fooling around-around-around-around-around
Fooling around, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around
Fooling around-around-around, hey

Go on, baby, all the way down
And let the floor fall apart
Walk with the Yeezys, handing out the crystals
Dominating all the class
But when she's with me, she melts and dissolves

Little girl, dance for him
Make me disappear
Road Runner, exploding like TNT
You fooling around with me
I fool around a hundred percent
Mommy, without much thought, I'm going with you

Little girl, dance for him
Make me disappear
Road Runner, exploding like TNT
You fooling around with me
I fool around a hundred percent
Mommy, without much thought, I'm going with you

To stay stuck to the wall
DJ, turn up the reggaeton
I like to be treated like that

All night long, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around
Fooling around-around-around-around-around-around
Fooling around, fooling around, fooling around, fooling around
Fooling around-around-around, hey

Anitta, Anitta, ah
Peso, Peso Pluma
Pure double P

(Ah, take it, daddy)
(Take, take, ah-ah)
(Take, take, take)
(Take, take, ah-ah)
(Take)