Fiera (feat. Cris Mj)

We arrive at the parties with the loudest music
They take out the flashes, the girls look for us
Why do all these cats stare at my chains?
If they can't handle it, they shouldn't look for trouble

And a problematic girl looking at me
She says she has a boyfriend, but they don't believe her
With a couple of drinks to feel good
She's a classy girl, wearing Adidas and Cartier

At night she turns into a beast
The baby doesn't hang out with just anyone
She brought her makeup in her purse
She's ready to tear up the club

At night she turns into a beast
The baby doesn't hang out with just anyone
She brought her makeup in her purse
She's ready to tear up the club

And when she dances she asks me to dance for her
I met her in Buenos Aires
She transforms and tells me: Daddy, dance for me
She knows I'm her gangster

And I attend to her as she needs
Lighting up, mommy, a little smoke
Naked you look richer
I have what you need

She smokes, drinks, dances, and calls when the night ends
Because she knows that with me it ends perfectly
In my bed or yours, I'll be there in a flash
And I leave during the day, making you mine

Give me a chance, I want to dance with you
All these fools want to take you away
But you're for me, let's go to the VIP
Bring a friend, I'm with Cris

Cris Mj, the one with the loudest music with Tiago

At night she turns into a beast
The baby doesn't hang out with just anyone
She brought her makeup in her purse
She's ready to tear up the club

At night she turns into a beast
The baby doesn't hang out with just anyone
She brought her makeup in her purse
She's ready to tear up the club

She wants-wants-wants-wants-wants reggaeton
I'm thinking of you while lighting this blunt
This is tough, we're acting tough
The girl is classy, worth more than a million

She wants-wants-wants-wants-wants reggaeton
She has a gun in her Louis Vuitton purse
She hangs out with thugs who got out of prison
She's a bombshell

At night she turns into a beast
The baby doesn't hang out with just anyone
She brought her makeup in her purse
She's ready to tear up the club

And at night she turns into a beast
The baby doesn't hang out with just anyone
She brought her makeup in her purse (ah-ah)
She's ready to tear up the club (ah-ah)

This is the Big One
Cris Mj, the one with the loudest music
So you know
Tell me, Tiago
We're killing it

Yeah
This is the Big One, baby
This party doesn't end
And at home there's Chile and Argentina