Party and Beach (feat. Ernesto Quintana)

Whoever's got it, they've got it, and from plate to mouth the soup spills
I’ve got the wildest crew on the beach in the world, everything’s going great
Some are looking for coke, others are looking for blow
Others are hunting for smack, but in the end, we’re all searching for the same thing

We came to have a blast, and if you didn't come for that
Then you can fuck off, better get lost and take it up the ass, I’m serious
Here, it’s from Sunday to Sunday, I confirm the party never ends
I’ve hooked up with more girls than I did when I was in Argentina

From Santa Catarina blasting speakers
What’s coming no one can imagine
Even if it’s my routine to race through the wild shit
And they just bring themselves up

One doesn’t even write their rhymes
Straight up nonsense, all fake
Wet like the vaginas
From Playa del Crimen, they’re calling for it loud

Belinda asks how big I am
Why does she ask how big I am?
Belinda asks how big I am
Come over and find out, come over and find out

Party and beach, sex, marijuana
In the Riviera Maya, Mexican mafia
Sex and beach, party, marijuana
In the Riviera Maya, Mexican mafia

Playa del Crimen is always the party spot
The street business, all the flags
You’ll find anything if you want some craziness
The kilos of coke aren't from a palm tree

They arrive by water or by road
They leave hot, the girls love it
Here the pirates walk on the sidewalk
All the cash is for the wallet

Here it’s always 4:20
Smoke a blunt to blow your mind
A joint on the rocks to get into the vibe
The craziest beach, as always hot

There are girls that come at us
For that I’ve got the Beretta
Gringos are on the street buying pills without a prescription
Lots of flirty girls partying hard in the scene
They’re all lit, they love the blow, the weed, and the speed

Party and beach, sex, marijuana
In the Riviera Maya, Mexican mafia
Sex and beach, party, marijuana
In the Riviera Maya, Mexican mafia