Marbella

Ladies and gentleman
I wanna give you the warmest welcome
To the city of modern lies and convertible dreams
(Oh, welcome to Marbella)
Ey, ah

You left the bed soaked and the wallet dry
That ass deserves a scholarship
You're expensive like a Tribeca apartment
You get ugly when you're mad and sexy when you sin

Seafood on the table, 20k on the wrist
Gold caps on the molars and on the incisors
If you never sold drugs or been in the hood
Why do I always hear you lying in the club?

I fell in love with Carol, Miriam, and Rebeca
But also with success, business, and headaches
They don't want a full-time player
But they do want a Bottega Veneta bought for them

I want a spicy girl like Beckham
I just want to be rich so it's known
Fill the closet with shopping until it overflows
Wear new clothes daily with tags

Take me to Marbella
City of luxuries and flashes, I feel in Marbella
Where the money never runs out
Take me to Marbella
Sorry, bae, I'll never stop being a player
Plastic and glass paradise

Mami, I don't know how the hell I ended up here
I've lost track of time
I'm calling you to come
Hurry, it's my lucky day, baby

If my legs hurt it's because I never bend
And now when I go out I don't look for trouble
I'm a scoundrel, but I have a good heart
Even if I come out of the bathroom with traces of powder

Hublot on the wrist, Prada in the bag
Twenty minutes of show and I make a killing
I go to bed last and wake up early
And tie up my business quickly

Hmm, jeh, smoking and loafers
Arriving at the club in a Land Rover, ah
We're expensive, Rick Owens
But what's worth more is what they don't see

Every passing year I feel younger
Everything I write is a bestseller, J.K. Rowling
I was made with blows like pollen
And I never played basketball but I was always ballin'

Heading to Andalusia, ole that ole
With Italian drip, parole parole
Expensive wine and Kobe steak
So you fix your gaze on me, Manuel and Lole

Take me to Marbella
City of luxuries and flashes, I feel in Marbella
Where the money never runs out
Take me to Marbella
Sorry, bae, I'll never stop being a player
Plastic and glass paradise