Mi Cubana (remix)

She likes to show off with my Cuban (yeah)
She puts it on even when she sucks (skrt)
Fame-addicted socialite (wuh-wuh-wuh)
But she lives it with me no more

She likes to show off with my Cuban (-ana)
Stack of Mamajuana bottles (stack of bottles, wuh)
What if we kill these desires? (kill the desires)
They could kill me tomorrow

They could kill me
Baby, give me one more time
You like to count
Count on me more
Now all these want to throw me down
They know I'm going to win

Because I'm the 17-year-old kid who's going to win the game
Mom, I know you want a lot of my Rosè
She always calls me, I turned on again
We always do it in the morning
And because of the percs we keep going until three

Baby, I come with you
I come in your face
In those freckles I come
I'm crowned
First remix for others
I pull out a stick, it sticks
That ass has thrown me off
And I've never mentioned it
Now they're all amazed
The cunning kid has won

Now come to the little boy playing everywhere
Money per kilo
While your boyfriend copies my style
In music I never define myself
But on the street we behave so fine that they call later
Because everyone wants to see us
They talk about you, that if there's no one to talk

We're marking countries, we live on tour
A weekend is a month, yeh-yeh-yeh
There's no Birome here, two thousand in millions
Your shorty acapella sitting on the couch
The whores call us, more reproductions
Some big women like Esperanza Gómez
Look at my face, we have the gifts
And your girlfriend calls me because

She likes to show off with my Cuban (yeah)
She puts it on even when she sucks (skrt)
Fame-addicted socialite (wuh-wuh-wuh)
But she lives it with me no more

She likes to show off with my Cuban (-ana)
Stack of Mamajuana bottles (stack of bottles, wuh)
What if we kill these desires? (kill the desires)
They could kill me tomorrow

Hey, yeh-ieh
What's that face, daddy, did I surprise you?
You didn't expect me to do it like this?
If this is your new girl, ask for me
It's not my fault, baby, I didn't do it, I didn't do it
It will be my flow, or my pick or my rhymes
Shot like a whip

Or that I'm always fresh 24/7
I'm going to kill them if any of these get in
I kill you, I tie you to the bed
If you want fire always call
Don't let your bitches make drama
Because for them there's also flame, eh
I bet a lot that now they don't beat me, eh

Checkmate and I take your Cubans, eh
Tony Montana, Tony Montana moving kilos, lighting marijuana-
I get slutty and if he wants it that way
He sees me on stage and wants to die
On top of me he feels blessed
He wants to, he wants to come, heh
Botchie you know me, don't celebrate me, don't celebrate me
I want to be a millionaire, I have my papers
It's not my fault if your boyfriend prefers me

Spitting in the face of anyone who doesn't like me (yeah)
I buy my jewelry, I have my money, I have my own cash
Don't listen to those who talk shit about me
They're all resentful
I don't trust those faces
I only kill for mine
Call me if you're cold
Your boyfriend wants me for a threesome, eh

She likes to show off with my Cuban (yeah)
She puts it on even when she sucks (skrt)
Fame-addicted socialite (wuh-wuh)
But she lives it with me no more

She likes to show off with my Cuban (-ana)
Stack of Mamajuana bottles (stack of bottles, wuh)
What if we kill these desires? (kill the desires)
They could kill me tomorrow

Yeh
Mom, let's kill the desires (wuh)
Ma', we kill ourselves in bed (hey)
While I tie her with the Cuban (heh)
Golden and all diamond-studded (hey)

She shows off, fights, twerks, shakes and beats anyone who comes
She wants me to see her, the girl desires (ey)
I know she surrounds me on weekends (ah)
And she moves those hips, hips (hey)
I've seen you ready, I've lit the blunt (blunt-blunt)
She got sata-sata (hey)
She smokes and gets possessed like Emily Rose (ey)
She calls me-calls me (calls)

Because I light the flame for her (wuh)
She doesn't complain, and loves to bring her friend and let me have both
She wants a big chain, moves her hips (hips)
Combines watch, also bracelet (bracelet)
She pitches the condom, she likes acapella
Dior bag, she models it (prr-prr)

Supreme, Louis Vuitton, looks foreign
She doesn't say no, she doesn't deny me
She doesn't ask for love, she asks for wallets (prr)
Shoes and for a while she wants me to love her (bitch!)

She likes to show off with my Cuban (yeah)
She puts it on even when she sucks (skrt)
Fame-addicted socialite (wuh-wuh-wuh)
But she lives it with me no more

She likes to show off with my Cuban (-ana)
Stack of Mamajuana bottles (stack of bottles, wuh)
What if we kill these desires? (kill the desires)
They could kill me tomorrow