Las Bratz (Remix)

He stands on the block with gypsies
That's why he doesn't speak like a non-gypsy
I go out to the club to spend on bottles
To see if tonight I find her
An acorn, I don't do lines
People stare wherever she goes
I'm an artist, she's a star
They're giving each other the looks, leaving their mark

She and her group of friends look like the Bratz
They combine high class with vintage clothes
If they fall in love, it's only for the cash
Like the Kardashians posing with the flash (yo)
She and her group of friends look like the Bratz
They combine high class with vintage clothes (yo)
If they turn around in front of you, oh, my God
You went for the match, dude, step on the gas (yo, yo)

She enters the club, suddenly has twenty
All night they have her on the lookout
Rich kids, poor kids, businessmen, criminals
Many people want to move behind her all night
Despite the suitors she has
She always remembers that as a child she used to hang out with me
I was the first boy to kiss her
And that makes her always want to have me close
She only wears Armani, doesn't like the missionary position
Or the fools who snort white through the nose
Every week she's in a different city
Milan, London, New York or Paris
Everyone is killing for that shorty
And in the end she ends up with me in Madrid
Doing it in the backseat of the car

If she turns around in front of you, a cat that meows without making noise (noise)
She has a big ass that might destroy you
With the ones she hangs out with, she goes out at night to do her thing
Full middle finger to the cops
Let me know if she's going there
Even with all the people wherever she goes
If they saw how beautiful she is, but quiet, without saying anything
I'm going to park the car in front of the fence so she knows I want to fuck her— (ah)
She knows everything, if she says cool we'll burn a bonsai
To hell with CBD, doesn't light up
If I'm going to make her mine, she'll say bye to the haters
Because she knows I'm the right size
She knows everything, if she says cool we'll burn a bonsai
To hell with CBD, doesn't light up
If I'm going to make her mine, she'll say bye to the haters
Because she knows I'm the right size

She and her group of friends look like the Bratz
They combine high class with vintage clothes
If they fall in love, it's only for the cash
Like the Kardashians posing with the flash
She and her group of friends look like the Bratz
They combine high class with vintage clothes
If they fall in love, it's only for the cash
Like the Kardashians posing with the flash

Her friends are Dominican
And a Colombian with a pretty face without makeup
The aissa makes the connection for me to work her
She likes it wild like 21, mine for sure
Hair down to her ass
And the leggings are like a gun without a safety (pew, pew)
She has Instagram, but doesn't like any posts
Wearing Belaguer dress (yeah), your Calvin Klein thong (yeah)
Dancing at Mae West (yeah) as if no one sees us (yeah)
I tie you to the bed with a Marrakech scarf
Your boyfriend is a chicken, still dresses in ellesse (yeah)
Hahaha, I smile while they look at us badly (aha)
He has to ask her to last longer (haha)
She can ask me for an Audemars (ap)

Her friends are Dominican
That's why she doesn't speak like a non-gypsy
Her face shines like a star
She goes out with her friends for the party
She doesn't buy bottles and they bring them to her table
Things that other guys pay for because she's beautiful
To see if they relax and let their guard down
But their guard doesn't drop for nothing, they know their worth

She and her group of friends look like the Bratz
They combine high class with vintage clothes
If they fall in love, it's only for the cash (yeah)
Like the Kardashians (yeah) posing with the flash
She and her group of friends look like the Bratz
They combine high class with vintage clothes
If they turn around in front of you, oh, my God (God)
You went for the match, dude, step on the gas, ah

The four friends fly to Dubai
With the braid tightly attached and the full Nike tracksuit (Nike)
Change course, heading to Miami
Combined with the M, with Gucci and Fendi
Oh-oh-oh shit, how that baby moves (baby)
She has a heavy ass, looks like Cardi B
I met her at the party, we went to the Airbnb
The aissa with a brunette, me with a blonde
Who is to die for
She looks me in the eyes, kisses me and bites my lip
Says she's hot, wants to light up a green one
Let's go to action, we're going to be late in the end
We got in the mood and started wild sex
You're my tigress, babe, I'm your tiger
We lay on the bed and uncork the Moët
We heat up faster than a jet's engines
Light up the bubbles, babe, we're going to the jacuzzi

A mesmerizing look like Becky G
She goes to the gym with her Burberry tracksuit
Strawberry lips that taste like cherry
With her Milan flow, she doesn't walk the runway

She and her group of friends look like the Bratz
They combine high class with vintage clothes
If they fall in love, it's only for the cash
Like the Kardashians posing with the flash (yo)
She and her group of friends look like the Bratz
They combine high class with vintage clothes (yo)
If they turn around in front of you, oh, my God
You went for the match (with Nickzzy), dude, step on the gas

The Dominican kid
By how she moves, she doesn't seem like a non-gypsy
Every summer, Ibiza, Marbella
She can't find dresses that fit her
With those hips she looks Chilean
But she speaks sweet like a Colombian
A Joseadora, fills her wallet
I always take her out with the crew to hang out
And her friends arrive
So go out and dance, so I can see
How you move in the club, tell me if you'll let me
Go out and dance, so no one sees
To everyone we're buddies, but I'm the one who desires
They look like the Bratz, I'm a bandit like Michael (mor)
They're highly valued, very difficult to reach
At night she texts me to go out and find her
She likes the daring, wants to try me (oh-ah)
She bends down so you can see her panties (her panties)
From the club she's number one in the ranking (ay, ay)
She likes me and I devour her completely, candy flow
The coolest of all, that girl is my chanty

B-o-b-e in the house
And tell me aissa, and tell me aissa
B-o-b-e in the house
Tell me aissa, tell me aissa
It's all a match