LEARN LYRICS

I do whatever I want

I was the one that paid for my Cuban

I don't even know your name

Bye, we'll talk tomorrow

I do whatever I want

I was the one that paid for my Cuban

I don't even know your name

Bye, we'll talk tomorrow

A Z of krippy, that calms me down

Every chorus that I drop turns into a Psalm

They take shots at me, but I don't get alarmed

One Cuban on my neck, the other on all fours

Movie, we're not in a theater anymore

This comes out easy for me, I don't even try

If I want I retire, I've been set for a while

Babe rides in a Mercedes, babe in a Mercedes

My brothers in Mercedes, all my homies in Mercedes

I roll in the Lambo, if not, in a Mercedes

Take 30 for gas, don't end up stranded

I'm about to hit Chile, I'm passing through Quito

Then to Buenos Aires to visit a couple booties

The boys on the jet popping capsules, I'm crazy

I don't even smoke anymore, I'm lit like a dog

I do whatever I want

I was the one that paid for my Cuban

I don't even know your name

Bye, we'll talk tomorrow

'Bye' I told the suckers

'Hi' I told the thousands

I do the sh*t that I want

Does the b*tch have hair? I make her shave

Babe, I pay her bills

And I don't own a Richard Mille

But at the end of the video no jeweler asks me for pieces

You do what you can, I do what I want

Like a mortgage, man, that's why I make money

Ice on the chain, Sub-Zero

Your bank account? Hmm, at zero

I'm always pitching, not even Molina catches me

The boris ask me if I'm from Carolina

It must be because of the swagger pure like cocaine

And because I grind her like at a carport party

What was your name again? I don't remember

Not being able to buy something is only a memory

We're cold everywhere, and not from winter

If you don't talk to me about money, bye, sorry

I do whatever I want

I was the one that paid for my Cuban

I don't even know your name

Bye, we'll talk tomorrow

I do whatever I want

I don't know why they call me

I don't know who they are, I don't know their faces

They want to bring me down, they're dying to

I blow out smoke while I lower the window

Covered in gold, babe, I look like El Cigala

This is fashion, it's not a bulletproof vest

At the airport I fly nonstop

Fame doesn't change me

That other b*tch who s*cks me

I go out to hunt ghosts

I save the city like Batman

I light her up, ballin' like Carmelo

I dedicated her a track and took her to the sky

Let nothing matter to us, let's do whatever we want

Babe, I want you in my bed, whenever you want you call me

I do whatever I want

I paid for my Cuban

I know your name

Bye, we'll talk tomorrow