Nada a Nadie (part. Mala Rodríguez)
Pásame las cuenta' a mí
Que yo no quiero deberle nada a nadie
Hace lo que quiera' e mí
Pero no quiero deberle nada a nadie
Pásame las cuenta' a mí
Que yo no quiero deberle nada a nadie
Piensa lo que quiera' de mí
Pero no quiero deberle nada a nadie
Quizá yo no soy lo que estaba' pensando
Pero pa' jugar soy de puta madre, eh
Piensa lo que quiera' de mí
Pero no quiero deberle nada a nadie
No tiene maniquí que va de mi parte
Sin el Ferrari te llevo a toda' parte', pero
Yo no quiero Louis V o Dolce&Gabbana
Ya 'toy cuchi y eso no me la da gana
Y pásame las cuenta' a mí
Que yo no quiero deberle nada a nadie
Piensa lo que quiera' de mí
Pero no quiero deberle nada a nadie
Quizá yo no soy lo que estaba' pensando
Pero pa' jugar soy de puta madre, eh
Piensa lo que quiera' de mí
Pero no quiero deberle nada a nadie
To' se acaba si él pide la cuenta (pide la cuenta)
To' lo que no sabe, te lo inventa
Actúa como mi pana y she is como [?] (what?)
No vamo' a hacer plane', mejor volamo' por la costa
Como gavilane', uh (nene, tú lo sabe')
Uh, salen los refrane'
Y ya no mame' (no mame', no mame')
Vamo' a vivirlo, se gane o nos gane
Pásame la cuenta a mí
Que yo no quiero deberle nada a nadie
Piensa lo que quiera' de mí
Pero no quiero deberle nada a nadie
Quizá yo no soy lo que estaba' pensando
Pero pa' jugar soy de puta madre, eh
Piensa lo que quiera' de mí
Pero no quiero deberle nada a nadie (okey, ah)
Dime la verdad, ¿qué e' lo que quiere' de mí?
Si cuando no había nadie, no estaba' aquí
Y me jodiste, mi amor, y me hiciste un favor
Que despegué como un avión
Y desde aquí, bebé, ya no se te ve, eh
Yo volando y tú ahí mirando
Y por cada esquina mi canción está sonando, oh
Y si quiere' algo serio, te corrijo
Yo no voy a ser la madre de tus hijos
Yo soy móvil, tú ere' teléfono fijo
Se tenía que decir y se dijo
Y pásame las cuenta' a mí
Que yo no quiero deberle nada a nadie
Piensa lo que quiera' de mí
Pero no quiero deberle nada a nadie
Quizá yo no soy lo que estaba' pensando
Pero pa' jugar soy de puta madre, eh
Piensa lo que quiera' de mí
Pero no quiero deberle nada a nadie
Tengo un trato, lo mío pa' mi saco
Lo mío pa' mi saco, lo mío pa' mi saco
Tengo un trato, lo mío pa' mi saco
Lo mío pa' mi saco, lo mío pa' mi saco
Quizá yo no soy lo que estaba' pensando
Pero pa' jugar soy de puta madre, eh
Piensa lo que quiera' de mí
Pero no quiero deberle nada a nadie
Nothing to Nobody (feat. Mala Rodríguez)
Pass me the bills
I don't want to owe nothing to nobody
Do what you want with me
But I don't want to owe nothing to nobody
Pass me the bills
I don't want to owe nothing to nobody
Think what you want about me
But I don't want to owe nothing to nobody
Maybe I'm not what you were thinking
But I'm damn good at playing, huh
Think what you want about me
But I don't want to owe nothing to nobody
No mannequin on my side
Without the Ferrari, I'll take you everywhere, but
I don't want Louis V or Dolce&Gabbana
I'm good and I don't want that
And pass me the bills
I don't want to owe nothing to nobody
Think what you want about me
But I don't want to owe nothing to nobody
Maybe I'm not what you were thinking
But I'm damn good at playing, huh
Think what you want about me
But I don't want to owe nothing to nobody
Everything ends if he asks for the bill (asks for the bill)
Everything he doesn't know, he invents
Acts like my buddy and she is like [?] (what?)
Let's not make plans, let's fly along the coast
Like hawks, uh (baby, you know it)
Uh, the sayings come out
And stop messing around (stop messing around, stop messing around)
Let's live it, whether we win or lose
Pass me the bill
I don't want to owe nothing to nobody
Think what you want about me
But I don't want to owe nothing to nobody
Maybe I'm not what you were thinking
But I'm damn good at playing, huh
Think what you want about me
But I don't want to owe nothing to nobody (okay, ah)
Tell me the truth, what do you want from me?
If when there was nobody, you weren't here
And you screwed me over, my love, and did me a favor
I took off like a plane
And from here, baby, you can't see me anymore, huh
I'm flying and you're there watching
And my song is playing on every corner, oh
And if you want something serious, I correct you
I'm not going to be the mother of your children
I'm mobile, you're a landline
It had to be said and it was said
And pass me the bills
I don't want to owe nothing to nobody
Think what you want about me
But I don't want to owe nothing to nobody
Maybe I'm not what you were thinking
But I'm damn good at playing, huh
Think what you want about me
But I don't want to owe nothing to nobody
I have a deal, what's mine is for me
What's mine is for me, what's mine is for me
I have a deal, what's mine is for me
What's mine is for me, what's mine is for me
Maybe I'm not what you were thinking
But I'm damn good at playing, huh
Think what you want about me
But I don't want to owe nothing to nobody