Hot 107.5 (feat. Sada Baby)

(Hot-hot-hot)

(Feeling hot-hot-hot)

Aye, brand new Cartiers on a hot summer day

Choppa on me, do 'em any kinda way

S-K-U-B-A, and my **** O-B-A

We like, Olé, Olé, Olé, Olé

Hey (Feeling hot-hot-hot)

Puerto Rico for the work, go to Mexico for it (Feeling hot-hot-hot)

Go to Cuba for the work, I cross the border for it (Feeling hot-hot-hot)

Puerto Rico for the work, go to Mexico for it (Feeling hot-hot-hot)

Go to Cuba for the work, I cross the border for it (Holdup!)

Johnny tapia, me no eat tilapia

Lobster on me mind, Versace Camoban

Gullah Gullah Island, drink Anejo with yo' mama

You don't want no problems, AR make him a frittata

¡Ay, caramba!, I got hands, I can rumble

Cross the border, using bodies for bundles

Cha Cha mama, shoot yo' poppa for dollas

Guala Sada, pop his collar with hollows

Mañana, Mexican for tomorrow

Skuba Steve, Coca leaves I'm sourcing

No middleman, I'm no Jorge

Pablo Escobar type of the fortune

Can't lock me up, I'm a build me a fortress

You can't do shit

Ricky Marty-an in my brand new Cartiers

Ricky Bobby paid, driving any kind of way

Shoot up your Quinceañera, fuck your get together

Eddie Guerrero, euro steppin' with pure dope

Skuba Guerrero sellin' hardcore holly

Mariachi band with the Molly

Do the salsa dance on your auntie

In a Monte, she gon' take a car-load

Cross between Castro and Marlo

Bricks from Morocco with barcodes

Lil **** askin' me, "What are those?" (Huh!)

Brand new Cartiers on a hot summer day

Choppa on me, do 'em any kinda way

S-K-U-B-A, and my **** O-B-A

We like, Olé, Olé, Olé, Olé

Hey (Feeling hot-hot-hot)

Puerto Rico for the work, go to Mexico for it (Feeling hot-hot-hot)

Go to Cuba for the work, I cross the border for it (Feeling hot-hot-hot)

Puerto Rico for the work, go to Mexico for it (Feeling hot-hot-hot)

Go to Cuba for the work, I cross the border for it

Mama told me, "Boy, be careful!

You my only son, you special

You my only son, no extras

And I don't like these **** gestures"

I said, "Mama, don't you ever worry

I sleep with choppas, and I wake up early"

I made a promise and my **** heard me

Oh yeah, they're my partners and they really murder

Oh damn, oops, that's off the record, take that off the record

Big bro taught me better, I am so embarrassed

I was born a Pharaoh, you got poor genetics

You been poor forever, you I know will never

Cross the border for it, almost deported for it

Me a migo, you? Look like a Trump supporter

Can't tell, I'm no informant

Don't get lost like Dora the explorer

Chop yo Ford Explorer, duck to Bora Bora

I am Joe Pesci, Sada De Niro

Chasin' dinero

Good fellas, but we are not the heroes

Once a **** tried to run to Rio de Janeiro

Put the stick to his head like a sombrero

Feeling hot-hot ha-ha-habanero

Seen the cops then had to blast the barrel

Bent the block, they caught me at Valero

No comprende, me don't speak a English

Bitch you fat and black, they told me I was petty

Yo' bitch fuck with me the long way Lisa Leslie

I ride de siete millas, Jugando Miguel

Draped in Chanel like I'm in the El Plaga cartel

Commission the bells, Javion Roger Goodell

Speak with yo mind, but say what you feel

Don't pay me no mind, just pay me in bills, pussy

Brand new Cartiers on a hot summer day

Choppa on me, do 'em any kinda way

S-K-U-B-A, and my **** O-B-A

We like, Olé, Olé, Olé, Olé

Hey (Feeling hot-hot-hot)

Puerto Rico for the work, go to Mexico for it (Feeling hot-hot-hot)

Go to Cuba for the work, I cross the border for it (Feeling hot-hot-hot)

Puerto Rico for the work, go to Mexico for it (Feeling hot-hot-hot)

Go to Cuba for the work, I cross the border for it

(Olé, Olé, Olé, Olé)

(Olé, Olé, Olé, Olé)

(Olé, Olé, Olé, Olé)

(Olé, Olé, Olé, Olé)

(Feeling hot-hot-hot)