Hablamos Mañana (feat. Duki y Pablo Chill-E)

I do whatever I want
I was the one who paid for my Cuban cigar
I don't even know your name
Bye, we'll talk tomorrow

I do whatever I want
I was the one who paid for my Cuban cigar
I don't even know your name
Bye, we'll talk tomorrow

(Hey)
An ounce of krippy, that's how I calm down
Every chorus I throw becomes a Psalm (amen)
They throw at me, but I don't get alarmed (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
One Cuban on the neck, the other in four
Movie (movie), we're not in the theater anymore (no)
This comes easy to me, I don't even try (easy, easy)
If I want, I retire, I've been ready for a while

Mom's in a Mercedes, dad in a Mercedes
My brothers in a Mercedes, all my buddies in a Mercedes
I ride in the Lambo, if it's not a Mercedes
Take 30 for gas, don't let it run out

I'm about to arrive in Chile, passing through Quito
Then to Buenos Aires to visit a couple of asses (shit, no)
The boys in the jet, I'm going crazy
I don't even smoke anymore, and I'm high like a dog (brr), eh

I do whatever I want
I was the one who paid for my Cuban cigar
I don't even know your name (Pablo)
Bye, we'll talk tomorrow

Bye, I told the fools
Hello, I told the thousands
I do the shit I want
Does the bitch have hair? I make her shave

Mom, I pay her bills
And I don't have a Richard Mille (Mille; no)
But at the end of the video, there's no jeweler
Asking me to wear their stuff

You do what you can, I do what I want
Like a mortgage, man, that's why I make money (money)
Ice on the chain (ice), Sub-Zero
Your bank account? Hmm, zero

I'm always on the radar, we move cash, we move pounds
At the party, they ask me if I'm from Carolina
It must be because of the pure kick, like cocaine
And because I twerk like in a marquee

What was your name? I don't remember
Not being able to buy something, they're already memories
We're cold everywhere, not just in winter
If you don't talk to me about money, bae, I'm sorry

I do whatever I want
I was the one who paid for my Cuban cigar
I don't even know your name
Bye, we'll talk tomorrow

I do what I want
I don't know why they call me
I don't know who they are, I don't know their faces
They want to bring me down, they're dying to

I release smoke while I lower the window
Full of gold, daddy, I look like El Cigala
This is fashion, not a bulletproof vest
At the airport, I travel non-stop

Fame doesn't change me
That other bitch is in Alabama
I go ghost hunting
I save the city like Batman

I give her fire, body like Carmelo
I dedicated a song (prr, prr) and I took her to heaven
Let's not care about anything, let's do whatever we want
Baby, I want you in my bed, whenever you want, you call me

I do whatever I want
I paid for my Cuban cigar
I know your name
Bye, we'll talk tomorrow