He got the bag

I got the fat

When is it time to get on

Up on Ferrari all dressed Versace

Give me a sign when we're done

Drift in the city smoke in bikini

It's so hot can I take this off

Drinkin Martini he feels like the Aladdin genie then Give me what I want

Bernini Bellini Fellini too Italy for you all, too classical

Sicilian women way more dangerous than shotguns

Protect the son yeah

Tell 'em I won

I'm going way too fast for the gravity

Oh I'll give your song to the radio to the major take The temperature it ain't regular

Ah ah ah ah

Boy this beat is crazy

This is how they made me

Curvy girl south Italy baby ah

Thick legs lil waist needs to be embrace

He goin give it a taste

Pretty face I'm ahead the game you know what I'm saying

South girls live in a flame

I'm pround of who I became

I thank God that I changed

But not for you, you weren't hard to replace

I give you a chance but you still the same

Better moving ahead

Better running away than getting stuck in a place where I can't escape

You got me feeling insane

I'm gonna take a new plane aheaded to Spain at least I'm drinking champagne while feeling this pain

He got the bag

I got the fat

When is it time to get on

Up on Ferrari all dressed Versace

Give me a sign when we've done

Drift in the city smoke in bikini

It's so hot can I take this off

Drinkin Martini he feels like the Aladdin genie then Give me what I want

Bernini Bellini Fellini too Italy for you all, too classical

Sicilian women way more dangerous than shotguns

Protect the son yeah

Tell 'em I won