And we met in Puerto Rico, and you swept me off my feet

That tequila and the Titos, got me feeling so tipsy

But you strokin' on my ego when you say that you want me

Movin' slowly, despacito, move it slowly into me

And you try to make me jealous, it's a bridge that you gon' burn

No one like me, can't compare it, I'ma throw it to the curb

Flying high with no propellers, now it's none of my concern

I'ma do me, keep my head up, 'cause I know that you'll return

I see it and I got it

I know just what I want

So better know you ain't gon' stop me (aah, aah)

But I be acting modest, I'm the baddest one alive

And nobody could ever top it

Aye (sh-show love)

See, I'm not like nobody, I'm just a rock star like Paul Weller

Somebody told man over there, just watch that lip, that's Kylie Jenner (oh God)

Better be like Rihanna, wanna step under this umbrella, 'ella, 'ella, I, I, I

What you know, I need to get it like halo

And my mortgage advisor told me this one's auctioned to the highest seller (no)

My man's not moving, he's acting fine, but he's parked on yellow

Might be doin' this thing since Dominator told me "Azz, you're raising the pressure"

I touched down in Puerto Rico, met me a ten out of ten

Lookin' the baddest, speaking Spanish, love me a challenge, I'ma just send (send)

Walk over, say, "What's happenin', darlin'?", I go back in the ends

Told me she loved my accent, and she was on top of man right then (ah-ah, oh-oh)

I got Azz in a Uber, buddy just belled me, brother I've landed

I said you might wanna get her sooner

I've got three girls, I don't speak their language (nah, I don't speak their language, nah)

Nah, but I know that they're on it

P Money's outside now with the chronic cancer, the plug, I've already got it (ooh)

Man's got keys to a villa

Way too illa, views at dinner, we can do seas or river

Staring at you, you're staring at me with a fan while taking a picture

I'm looking at a map of the world, we can go anywhere in the world, and you can be the picker (aye)

I swear that this is really me, there ain't no tricks

Think I'm ready to learn how to settle down, I need a miss

I ain't into gambling, but with you, I can take a risk

By the way you're looking at me, I can tell you're needing this

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

You on my mind all the time, occupied

Give me reason

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Boy, I was blind, now there's glitters on side

What a mess you've made

I can't pretend it

Don't understand, this is something it's not, ah-ah, oh

You got me locked on your love like a drug

And we met in Puerto Rico, and you swept me off my feet

That tequila and the Titos, got me feeling so tipsy

But you strokin' on my ego when you say that you want me

Movin' slowly, despacito, move it slowly into me

And you try to make me jealous, it's a bridge that you gon' burn

No one like me, can't compare it, I'ma throw it to the curb

Flying high with no propellers, now it's none of my concern

I'ma do me, keep my head up, 'cause I know that you'll return

I ain't stressing, let it come, tell them bitches suck your mum

Can't be acting like a plum, and I'm just out here having fun

Backshots, slap a bum, make these p***y rappers run

I've been quiet for a year, they ain't know f*ck all that I've done

Make it boss like a gun, ba-ba-bang it like a drum

I can't trust her, are you dumb? Tell me, baby, where you from?

Is it London? Is it Brom? Puerto Rico in the sun

Same thing, so the slum, we're all just fighting for a crumb (whoo)

Bang that shot get wavy

Through that boot, go f*****g crazy

I'm off my nut, sling that stinking green and I reload daily (whoo)

Shift that blow, off to the gents, powder your nose

Chuck that cash in the palm of me hand

Down that can of the Holsten Pils

Deals, stack them bills, bang that ball when I'm on that field

Quick one, two, when a man gets loud

Talk that talk and his head got billed (yeah)

And I'm on that strip, French h****r and a German whip (brrr)

Sport on the box and a pint on a Friday, get too close and a man got licked (yeah)

TV set got put through the window, left my mark in the hotel Ritz, yeah

Who wants one when I jump on the bifta, lean when I swing these fists (who wants?)

Lean when I swing these hips, in that dance when I bang these sticks, yeah

Girls wanna jump and ride, heated pool for the late night dip

Big gold chain full of Cuban links

Cuban links for the finest gear

Watch on the wrist got dipped and dangled

Then dropped game in a lady's ear

Foot flat down and steer, swerving ride, got lights in the rear

Grab that man and I lay down low, then back to the block when the coast is clear (ah, ah)