Karamelo

Me, myself, I move with more flow than a fish
With my—, with my account all settled, chill, without owing interest
Playing in black and white, the trap is a chessboard
Mami, I'm not a Maserati but damn, you look good
Who would see us and who sees us, smoking and watching TV
Doing a bunch of bad things when nobody sees us
The snake head on my belt, I'm gonna have it
Combined with green and red that wrap around my feet
And I'm talking about Gucci, not fake
We give you the finger because you talked too much
And I love my little devil when she gets naughty
To move, she doesn't need anything fancy or sushi
I sent her a couple of signals and she's all good
Thrown back in a spaceship and revving the engine
A snail that sucks in air to fly better
With leather seats and a leather that gives me comfort
If I do business with my brother, everything smells better
In a couple of years, Pablo will be dressed in Christian Dior
Burning rubber in the USA with an Aventador
And we don't make excuses, we go abroad
If one day I leave the coast, I'll take the flavor with me

Counting racks, I feel in heaven, playing with Death
A suit and tie don't kill me or move me a hair
This candy is expensive, if you don't like it, suck it
I blow away the piranhas, I fly
Racks-Racks, that's what I long for
I sneak the trickery like a magician's handkerchief
But I'm a tiger, I never reveal it
All night I stay awake, we take off from the ground in terror

Ma-Ma-Mami, I don't love you
I bought you a fan for when the sweat drops
When we do it together in that hot note, hot note
That booty is too much of an abuser, it asks for a punisher
You can't run a bull in the matador's arena
For the golden booty, I come out like a hunter
Because before a singer, I'll always be a player
Standing in the same neighborhood and it's not a rumor

There are a couple of mamas who want to act in the plot for fame
Between walls and the bed, they lose their ladylike manners
Perfume and the caravan, always ready for drama
Don't be surprised if you, the winner, are told they love you
While taking off the pajamas, I keep thinking about the money
That comes and goes but stays when I feel like it
Making money with the Ratata and never with the frogs
A shot in the bullseye for these fake holograms

Counting racks, I feel in heaven, playing with Death
A suit and tie don't kill me or move me a hair
This candy is expensive, if you don't like it, suck it
I blow away the piranhas

Your face—, your face—, your face—, suck it, suck it (suck it, suck it)
(Racks, racks)
This candy is expensive-suck it (suck it, suck it)
Face-Face— (I feel-, I feel-)
(Racks, racks)
Can-Candy-suck-suck-suck it
I feel-, I feel- (suck it)
(Racks, racks)
With-With-Counting racks, I feel in heaven
Expensive-Expensive-Expensive-Expensive this candy-suck it
(Ro-Ro-Rodri Molina put it in China)