Talkin’ About It (feat. 24kGoldn) - JIHYO

(Perfect) Prada, that's on my shoes, that's on my shirt, that's on my collar I hit it once, ain't hit her back 'cause I'm a baller I told that bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da" I get a lot of guala, spent it all on Prada, that's on my shoes, that's on my shirt, that's on my collar I hit it once, ain't hit her back 'cause I'm a baller I told that bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da" I get a lot of guala, spent it all on Designer (yeah), shorty said she really like designer (designer) Bought that bitch a body, I designed her (yeah, yeah) Riding Kawasaki, better slide up (skrrt, skrrt) Bro' just got his re-up, better cop up (oh-oh) If I'm in the city, you should know (you should know) I'm in that four-door, me and three hoes (three hoes) Ayy, if I'm with your bitch, then you should know (you should know) She fuck with us, now she ain't comin' home (coming home) My new bitch see me everyday (my new bitch see me everyday) Tinted windows on the whip, you can't see me anyway (oh-oh) Make a lot of wishes, need a genie any day And she ain't really want you, all she really want is Prada, that's on my shoes, that's on my shirt, that's on my collar I hit it once, ain't hit her back 'cause I'm a baller I told that bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da" I get a lot of guala, spent it all on Prada, that's on my shoes, that's on my shirt, that's on my collar I hit it once, ain't hit her back 'cause I'm a baller I told that bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da" I get a lot of guala, spent it all on Flashy clothes, you know a nigga getting hoes And plenty dough, won't let the game change me Go and go, and then I had to go some more These niggas hoes, but they don't really faze me 'Cause I was 18, broke as a fiend, did what I had to do (ooh) 19, stuck in a dream, acting irrational (ooh) 20 thousand on me, we caught a casual (ooh) All these .48s at 21 though And still ain't chasing hoes 'Cause they ain't give a fuck way back 'fore I was up (oh-no) And I ain't savin' hoes 'Cause they be tryna front, but I know what you want She want some Prada, that's on my shoes, that's on my shirt, that's on my collar I hit it once, ain't hit her back 'cause I'm a baller I told that bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da" I get a lot of guala, spent it all on Prada, that's on my shoes, that's on my shirt, that's on my collar I hit it once, ain't hit her back 'cause I'm a baller I told that bitch to do a trick and she said, "Ta-da" I get a lot of guala, spent it all on

Woah JB, JB Why you always in a mood? Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new I ain't tryna tell you what to do But try to play it cool Baby, I ain't playing by your rules Everything look better with a view Why you always in a mood? Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new I ain't tryna tell you what to do But try to play it cool Baby, I ain't playing by your rules Everything look better with a view, yeah You've been in a mood, you've been givin' hella attitude What I gotta do to get through to ya? Could never lose you Maybe spend a night out on the town like we used to We could sit around, watch funny shit on YouTube I know at times I can have a couple screws loose I'm tryna connect to your body, girl, like it's Bluetooth You know what I mean, you know what I need We play games of love to avoid the depression We've been here before and I won't be your victim Why you always in a mood? Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new I ain't tryna tell you what to do, but try to play it cool Baby, I ain't playing by your rules Everything look better with a view Why you always in a mood? Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new I ain't tryna tell you what to do, but try to play it cool Baby, I ain't playing by your rules Everything look better with a view, yeah Yeah, I got JB and JB, you know the bitches goin' crazy Number one song in the world, so now she wanna date me Where I'm from people like me don't make it in the mainstream What's with the attitude? Baby, tell me why you hating We fuss and fight, you get into moods Argue all night, what we supposed to do? Can't make things right, so I'm on the move Guess it's safe to say We play games of love to avoid the depression We've been here before and I won't be your victim Why you always in a mood? Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new I ain't tryna tell you what to do But try to play it cool Baby, I ain't playing by your rules Everything look better with a view Why you always in a mood? Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new I ain't tryna tell you what to do But try to play it cool Baby, I ain't playing by your rules Everything look better with a view, yeah (Latino gang, J Balvin, man) Baby, ya estoy cansado de tu bipolaridad, yah-yah-yeah Deja ya de estar peleando sin una necesidad Valórame bebé, yo Con ese humor nadie te aguantará ¿Quién te entiende? Si conmigo no te falta na' Cógela suave, ma', porque esta bomba explotará Si te saco el genio no vuelvo a frotar tu lámpara Y listo, te dejé en visto Pero fue porque estaba grabando mi disco Y tú pensando que yo estaba en la disco Deja de pelear, que la pasamos más rico Why you always in a mood? Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new I ain't tryna tell you what to do But try to play it cool Baby, I ain't playing by your rules Everything look better with a view Why you always in a mood? Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new I ain't tryna tell you what to do But try to play it cool Baby, I ain't playing by your rules Everything look better with a view, yeah

Te vi, me viste, al principio fue una broma Luego la verdad se asoma Intercambiamos sonrisas Pasó algún tiempo, poco menos de una hora Y por debajo de la mesa Tu tacón tocó mi bota Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana Después de eso nos veíamos casi a diario Nuestro amigo el calendario Nos dio 400 citas De tanto amarnos nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano Ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana, yeh-hey Pasando el tiempo, analizando la ruptura, la versión que tiene el lobo No es la de Caperucita De tanto amarnos, nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano, ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Seguramente pa la otra que nos veamos repitamos Lo de la primera cita, yeah, eh-eh-eh-eh Uh, mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh

Miras con tanta dulzura, hermosa criatura Tú mi bello ángel que cayó del cielo Soy un simple pobre diablo que corrió con suerte Que logró obtenerte por obra divina Pues en cada esquina te busqué Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Viniste a reconformarme, a rehabilitarme Tú mi bello ángel, yo estaba perdido Siento que después de ti yo soy otra persona Ya no me conozco, ¿qué paso conmigo? Por eso te digo que tú Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti

Compa ¿Qué le parece esa morra? La que anda bailando sola Me gusta pa' mí Bella Ella sabe que está buena Que todos andan mirándola cómo baila Me acerco Y le tiro todo un verbo Tomamos tragos sin peros solo tentación Le dije "Voy a conquistar tu familia" Que en unos días, vas a ser mía Me dijo Que estoy muy loco, pero le gusta Que ningún vato como yo actúa Ahí te va mija Y pura doble P viejo Así no más compa Pedro puro Eslabón Armado A las plebitas (cha-chau) No soy Un vato que tiene varo Pero hablando del corazón Te cumplo todo Me agarro Pegadito de su mano Mi compa ni se la creyó Que al pasar fui yo Su cuerpo Juro por Dios, que era tan perfecta Su cintura como modelo Sus ojos Desde el principio me enamoraron A ella le gusto Y a mí me gusta