Walking is an art, so is my body Papi is a workaholic, I’m his little party I’m his parlor tricks, sip-sip of/sips above Bacardi I can make you dope, sick off of my naughtiness He says, “Who the best? You is.”
I’m glamorous, famous, notorious, dangerous But you’re crazy “I’m gonna leave you,” he said, “You’re not a real girl You’re like a cartoon All caught up in this fame game Yo, good luck, good luck, good luck May all the stars in the sky bow down to you We’re through.”
You gotta be smart and I’m a little smarty Papi is a gangster, I’m his little dolly Party favor, favorite of them all He says, “Baby doll is so sick, Sick off your naughtiness.”
Let’s go to Vegas They say, “Who the best?” He said, “She is, she is But, yo, she crazy, like in every in single way, like a hurricane You gotta get out of your way But she’s hot and she’s cold and she’s cool and she’s bold And she’s full of rage like me and I like the game, yo.”
‘Cause I’m glamorous, I’m famous, Notorious, dangerous, but I’m crazy, yo Glamorous, dangerous, notorious, and famous But I’m crazy He’s gonna leave me, he wants a real girl I’m like a cartoon All caught up in this fame game “Yo, good luck, good luck,” he said, “We’re through.”