PUT EM IN THE FRIDGE (part. Cardi B)

PUT EM IN THE FRIDGE (feat. Cardi B)

PUT EM IN THE FRIDGE (part. Cardi B)

Do you remember when we were kids alone?¿Te acuerdas cuando estábamos solos de niños?
We were from the hood, but now we're fancyQue fuimos de barrio, pero ahora somos finos
When I smoked weed in a blunt with the neighborCuando fumaba mota en blunt con el vecino
What does destiny do? If nothing is decided¿Qué hace el destino? Si no hay nada decidido

Yes? No?¿Sí? ¿No?
Ask the government when it camePregúntale al gobierno cuando vino
They saw me dressed like a sailorMe vieron vestidito de marino
Well, of course, I'm a Latin goldPues a huevo que soy de oro latino
Yes? No?¿Sí? ¿No?
DivineDivino
Red eyes, I always smoke the finestLos ojos rojos, siempre fumo fino
On this beat, I'm the damn killerDe este beat soy el puto asesino
They already know I've been crazy since I was a kidYa saben que estoy loco desde niño
Bellicose, we are bellicose until we die—Bélicos, somos bélicos mori—

Fifty donkeys on the clouds like AurelioFifty burro' por la' cloud like Aurelio
Aladdin on the carpet walkingAladina por la alfombra walking
Without the lamp, with the goat horn, what's up?Sin la lámpara, con el cuerno dе goat, ¿qué lo?
It's the last time I can hear you talking about meIt's the last time I can hear you talking about mе
Featherweight with the heavy weightPeso Pluma con la peso heavy
In Jalisco they see my ass and say: Devil, CardiEn Jalisco ven mi culo y dicen: Diablo, Cardi
I have all the drug lords smelling like whiteTengo a to's los narcos smelling de la white
And their moms asking me to sign their pantiesY a sus mamis pidiendo que les firme los panties
We're not broke anymore, we're shining, we're prettyYa no 'tamos broke, 'tamos shining, 'tamos pretty
White powder from the airport crossing to the cityWhite powder del aeropuerto cruzando pa' la city
We're not broke anymore, we're shining, we're prettyYa no 'tamos broke, 'tamos shining, 'tamos pretty
I only sit at the table with the tough guys for the meetings, prrSolo me siento en la mesa con los duros pa' los meetings, prr

They ask me why the fuck I'm like thisMe preguntan que por qué verga yo soy así
Ah, how they cry, they're never satisfied, let me sleepAh, cómo lloran, no se llenan, déjenme dormir
Red soles like fucking Christian LouboutinLa suela roja como el puto Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they fucking coming inAPs, Milles, and they fuckin' comin' in

Yes? No?¿Sí? ¿No?
I kill them on top of the beatsEncima de los beats los asesino
I have the president as a neighborTengo al presidente de vecino
The world is mine like Al Pa—, haEl mundo es mío como Al Pa—, ja
Like Al PacinoComo Al Pacino
Yes? No?¿Sí? ¿No?
Ask the government when it camePregúntale al gobierno cuando vino
They saw me dressed like a sailorMe vieron vestidito de marino
Well, of course, I'm a Latin goldPues a huevo que soy de oro latino
Yes? No?¿Sí? ¿No?

Forty shooters, if I send them in, they're coming inForty shooters, if I send them in, they comin' in
Fifty kilos, if you need them, then they're coming inFifty kilos, if you need them, then they comin' in
Hundred thousand real close and they're MexicansHundred thousand real close and they're Mexicans
I say the word, and they put you in the fucking fridgeI say the word, and they put you in the fucking fridge

They ask me why the fuck I'm like thisMe preguntan que por qué verga yo soy así
Ah, how they cry, they're never satisfied, let me sleepAh, cómo lloran, no se llenan, déjenme dormir
Red soles like fucking Christian LouboutinLa suela roja como el puto Christian Louboutin
APs, Milles, and they fucking coming inAPs, Milles, and they fuckin' comin' in

Forty shooters, if I send them in, they're coming inForty shooters, if I send them in, they comin' in
Fifty kilos, if you need them, then they're coming inFifty kilos, if you need them, then they comin' in
Hundred thousand real close and they're MexicansHundred thousand real close and they're Mexicans
I say the word, and they put you in the fucking fridgeI say the word, and they put you in the fucking fridge