Baby, I'm gonna give you a twerking tutorial
These women love to f*cking lie
We keep everything good, everything okay, everything fine
We got to the club, the bouncer knows that what's up
That we're in artist mode
So eyes sharp with the forty-five
Mauro, crank the track up, because this is so lit that it's about to collapse
And where are the single girls?
Your boyfriend is waiting outside
You hit the street looking for trouble
And you're singing all my tracks
And where are the single girls?
Your boyfriend is waiting outside
You hit the street looking for trouble
Hand on your chest singing all of my tracks
The movie on IG looks like a block filming it all
I jumped on stage and in the VIP she let go
Then, without even asking, in the Benz she lit a Phillie
And she sent it to close friends when she climbed on top
Move fast like the Draco rhythm
Looking for hype, go on, smash it nasty
All natural, zero plastic
You already have me real problematic
And her man is cuckolded, but he's a fan
So if you want I'll send him a greeting, I mean, if that's allowed
I don't give a f*ck, for all I care he can take the L
That he should behave, tell me, what's up with him?
Miss, what happens is that to us it comes out natural
Nobody leaves here, everything goes
Shake that Yukon bumper and stand out
Lots of oil so that you slide
You hear the sickest perreo
In the barrios and the housing projects
She's hanging with the tough ones
That brand-new body is tough, she broke it in
Let all that bounce like a kangaroo
I give it to you and I don't bill you for it
Twenty pounds of hips If the envious could see
They'd understand that they're fake and you are the real one
I told the crew that nobody should interrupt us
To keep going with the grinding
So if you want I'll send him a greeting, I mean, if that's allowed
I don't give a f*ck, for all I care he can take the L
That he should behave, tell me, what's up with him?
And where are the single girls?
And your boyfriend is waiting outside
You hit the street looking for trouble
And you're singing all my tracks
And where are the single girls?
Your boyfriend is waiting outside
You hit the street looking for trouble
Hand on your chest singing all of my tracks
So much power together, babe, impossible to fail
The real motherf*ckers
The anthem of the barrios and the projects, write that down
All the women with their hands up, up, up, up
Up, up, up, up