La Loto (part. Becky G y Anitta)
Tamo' hablando de voltaje
Hoy estamos sudando todo el maquillaje
Me tenés volando alto sin pasaje
La que está contigo no quiere que baje
Pero hoy vine con cinco amigas, mira lo que traje
Esto ahora parece nuestra pasarela
Pasa una, pasa' dos, están bien bellas
Si se va la luz, bebé, prendé la vela
Porque hoy no la bajamo', estamo' armando un alboroto
Aquí somo' puro' corazones roto'
Lo que diga la gente a mí me importa poco
Esta noche parece que pecamo'
Mañana nos confesamo'
El bebé, conmigo, se ganó la loto
Me quiero hacer la mala, poquito a poco
Esta noche parece que pecamo'
Mañana nos confesamo'
Mañana nos confesamo'
Ay, que rico la pasamo'
Y esta noche parece que pecamo' (Anitta)
Hoy yo vengo por lo mío
Volé directo de Miami para Río
Haciendo que lo baile por el caserío
Me traje a TINI, vamo' a armar tremendo lío
Deja que le suba y baje, lo único que yo te pido
Le gusta darle duro contra la pared
Diamante' brillando de la cabeza a los pies
Y él es de los míos, se ganó la loto
Porque hoy no le bajamo', estamo' armando un alboroto
Aquí somo' puro' corazones roto'
Lo que diga la gente me importa poco
Esta noche parece que pecamo'
Mañana nos confesamo'
El bebé, conmigo, se ganó la loto
Me quiero hacer la mala poquito a poco
Esta noche parece que pecamo'
Mañana nos confesamo'
Mañana nos confesamo'
Ay, que rico la pasamo'
Y esta noche parece que pecamo'
Estamos activas, las nenas de Paris, con un flow safari
El bebe sí contesta cuando llama Becky G
Tenemo' to' el drip, drip, todo de Gucci-cci
Te tengo emboba'o como Lele a Guaynabichy
Vestidito corto, sin nada debajo, eh
Pa' esto es que trabajo
Tenemos el honey, expensive, caro
Estoy con la' mía' y el resto pa'l carajo
Tú sí, tú sí, tú sí quiere', yo tengo, bebé, quiere'
Pa' que va a pedir permiso, sí, también, pero se puede
Conmigo bendecido, esto no sale de la' parede'
Tú sí, tú sí, tú sí quiere', tú sí, tú sí, tú sí quiere'
Estamo' armando un alboroto
Aquí somo' puro' corazones roto'
Lo que diga la gente a mí me importa poco
Esta noche parece que pecamo'
Mañana nos confesamo'
El bebé, conmigo, se ganó la loto
Te quiero hacer la mala poquito a poco
Esta noche parece que pecamo'
Mañana nos confesamo'
Mañana nos confesamo'
Ay, que rico la pasamos
Y esta noche parece que pecamo'
(Mañana nos confesamo')
TINI, TINI, TINI
Anitta
Becky, Becky, Becky G
The Lottery (feat. Becky G & Anitta)
We're talking about voltage
Today we're sweating off all the makeup
You have me flying high without a ticket
The one that's with you doesn't want to come down
But today I come with five friends, look what I brought
This now looks like our catwalk
One passes, two pass, they're all very beautiful
If the light goes out, baby, light the candle
Because today we're not lowering it, we're staging a riot
We are all pure broken-hearts here
What the people say about me matters little to me
It seems that we are sinning tonight
Tomorrow, we confess
The babe with me won the lotto
I want to do bad things, bit-by-bit
It seems like we sinned tonight
Tomorrow, we confess
Tomorrow, we confess
Oh, what a nice time we had
And it seems like we sinned tonight (Anitta)
I am coming for mine today
I'm flying direct to Miami from Rio
Making the entire village dance
I brought Tini, we're going to stage a huge mess
Let it go up and down, the only thing that I ask of you
I like to hit it hard against the wall
Diamonds shining from my head to my feet
And he's one of mine, he won the lotto
Because today we aren't lowering it, we're staging a riot
We are all pure broken-hearts here
What the people say matters little to me
It seems like we sinned tonight
Tomorrow, we confess
The babe with me won the lotto
I want to do bad things, bit-by-bit
It seems like we sinned tonight
Tomorrow, we confess
Tomorrow, we confess
Oh, what a nice time we had
And tonight it seems like we sinned
We're the divas, the babes of the party, with a safari flow
Your baby will answer when Becky G calls
We've got all the drip-drip, it's all from Gucci-cci
I have you enthralled, like Lele with Guaynaa
Short little skirt, nothing on underneath, eh
Because this is work
We have the expensive honey, pricey
I'm with my girls and the rest can go to hell
If you-if you-if you want, I want, baby, you want
To ask permission, yes, also, but it's possible
Blessed with me, this doesn't go on the walls
You, you, yes, you want, you, you, yes, you want
We're staging a riot
We are all pure broken-hearts here
What the people say about me matters little to me
It seems like we sinned tonight
Tomorrow, we confess
The babe with me won the lotto
I want to make you bad, bit-by-bit
It seems like we sinned tonight
Tomorrow, we confess
Tomorrow, we confess
Oh, what a nice time we had
And tonight it seems like we sinned
(Tomorrow we confess)
TINI, TINI, TINI
Anitta
Becky-Becky-Becky G, mm-hmm
Escrita por: Martina Soessel / Larissa De Macedo Machado / Elena Rose / Mauricio Rengifo / Andres Torres / Rebbeca Marie Gomez