Escarlata Remix

Ra-ta-ra-ta, ta-ra-ra-ra-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ra-ta, ta-ra-ra-ra-ta-ta
Ta-ta, yeah, ah
And I’m draped in red Gucci gear
I love it when all that pops off
Baby, tell 'em you’re my girl
Missing you, it’s driving me insane
Going two hundred through the streets of Manhattan
Shiny chain, it ain't silver no more
Rocking my Jordans, always on my feet
We don’t wear no cheap shit anymore
Wants me to throw cash on that ass
We don’t hang out anymore, I’m done with the fakes
Now we’re chilling in hotels in robes
Counting money, that’s what it’s all about
I’m gonna cover your expenses
Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you
I’ll take all your clothes away
We can’t start over again (yeah)

Hit up her friend for another day, now she’s only mine
Bae, I’m not lying, you caught me on Spotify
Oh, and she told her parents
I want him for life
Call me at night, knows I’m high
I get the urge to eat you up when I see you live
You’re not like all these other girls
And I feel you’re mine when you’re in front of me
Slowly, get into the vibe
Life moves fast, but I made it connect
Too much time, and it’s never enough
She calls me her satyr, and damn, I wanna eat you up, babe
She doesn’t say bye-bye, ah
Asks me to take her to the sky, ah
You take my breath away, little cutie
'Cause I know you’re a real sweetheart
That red scarlet panty and the way it hugs your curves
And you’re like a roulette where I bet my cash
It’s just you with that silhouette that drives me wild
They told me you like jazz, I’m your Frank Sinatra, ha

I’m gonna cover you completely (ey)
Watch the runway, pick whatever you want
Comme des Garçons or Maison Margiela
That’s old school, he’ll take you to Falabella
I’ll light you up like a candle, rifles like in the favela, ey
My little kitty doesn’t get played
I offer you my protection so you can live it up like it’s
The last time you’ll ever live it
The Nikes are SB, I’m not even on a skateboard
I’m in the double V, in the suite so you can come through
After I saw you, I knew it was meant to be
Let’s do it before I leave, before the plane takes off

Ey, Dizzy shit
Draped in red Gucci gear
I love it when all that stands out
Baby, tell 'em you’re my girl
Missing you, it’s driving me insane
Going two hundred through the streets of Manhattan
Shiny chain, it ain't silver no more
Rocking my Jordans, always on my feet
We don’t wear no cheap shit anymore (ey, uh-uh)
It’s him, it’s him, it’s Kun, Kun
Tell me what we’re gonna do, what’s on your mind?
This little game is gonna say what we can do
I dress better than all her suitors
How are they gonna front on me?
She loves to light up for the mind
She’s grown up enough to put diamonds in her teeth
She’s got a killer body but is still tough up front
And I wanna try her out
And when I saw her

I told my bro: Look, it’s two, and I went
She looked at me, I looked at her, and that’s how it went
She left with me, when it was over, I left
Hot stuff, you’re my girl
I invest all my cash in that little ass
I’m back on the grind, I’ll stop if they kill me
And a lot of them throw shade, but they’re just fakes
Draped in red Gucci gear
I love it when all that pops off
Baby, tell 'em you’re my girl
Missing you, it’s driving me insane
Going two hundred through the streets of Manhattan
Shiny chain, it ain't silver no more
Rocking my Jordans, always on my feet
We don’t wear no cheap shit anymore
I’m gonna cover your expenses

Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you
I’ll take all your clothes away
We can’t start over again
Draped in red, the Gucci gear
I love it when all that pops off
Daddy, you know I’m your girl
When you touch me down low, it drives me wild
Going two hundred through the streets of Manhattan
You as my co-pilot, no need for a map
High heels always on my feet
Wake and bake in the morning in a robe

And they kill it
My lips are scarlet red
Your neck with my kisses, it’s intoxicating
I’ve got talent, I’m innate
I can make you come whenever I want
On my chest, your chains
Like a shootout, baby (yeah)
Dizzy shit, Only Perk
It’s Kun, Kun, The Panther
Yeah, the club
The league, the heartbreakers
Tell me, eleven
For the satyrs, always for the satire