Down to my core Ooh, I fall apart Ooh, didn't know it before Surprised when you caught me off guard All this damn jewelry I bought You was my shorty, I thought Devil in the form of a whore No you said it Try to brush it off but it keep on goin'

If he makes you feel like a million dollar bill Say oh oh oh, say oh oh oh! Makes you go left right up down Makes you spinning round and round Say ooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh! This way about his love Say oh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh! If you feel good

And things are a changin' That we can remain the same All I'm trying to say is our love don't have to change No it don't have to change I want to go back (ooh) (Aah) times is hard (times is hard) I pray to God Do you remember (ooh) Oh do you remember

They said release 'Remote Control' But we didn't want it on the label They said, "Fly to Amsterdam" The people laughed but the press went mad Ooh ooh ooh someone's really smart Ooh ooh ooh complete control, that's a laugh On the last tour my mates

Arms around you Te amo mami, let me hold you Good lovin' got all around you To make sure no one could harm you Wrap me arms right around you, girl, oh yeah (Oh) Dale, mami, let me have you, oh yeah Oh-oh (ooh, ooh) (Lil Pump, Maluma, baby) Mally, Mally

Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Whippin' up Whitney, whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Damn, I went and flexed like this Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh I can't wife no bitch, spent a

You lot, what? Don't stop, give it all you got The magnificent seven Don't stop, yeah You're frettin', you're sweatin' What have we got? Yeah, ooh Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M. Move yourself to go again Cold water in the face

(Straight up, straight up) Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh) Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (serve) Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it's lit) If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice) Holes in the

Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on

Rocket, yeah, satellite of love Ah ah, ooh ooh I will be your, I will be your, I'll be your (I can take you through the center of the dark) We're gonna fly (on a collision course to crash into my heart) Rocket baby, c'mon, I'll be your satellite of love