When I look left in the morning there's a bitch who's tryna stay (who are you?)
Did we smash or not man, I don't recognize her face (who are you?)
I don't need your talking or your weed you're tryna blaze (no)
Me and Skep linked up and now we're dancing in the rave (ahwoo)

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

Came out of the car and your bitch she said, "Hola"
I'm smoking cigars and I'm drinking Corona's
And I met this bitch who was dressed up in rosa
I tell her, "Come here girl, you're very hermosa"
Tengo dinero, forget your mind
Come outside, step man and look at my dimes
Soft tequila, man, I'm dropping my bands
Take the weed off me, man, I'm dropping my bands
That bitch she way too fire, where the hell did I find her?
Mmm, man, it's hard to describe her, other bitches don't like her
It's 'cause she's getting all designer (yeah), mmm it's a minor
Your other man he's tired (yeah), fuck him and then climb up

Dancing
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
It got me dancing
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
Sweet, sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet
The money's dancing
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet, sweet-sweet
You got me dancing
Sweet-sweet, sweet, sweet

(Tribunnews.com/Febia Rosada)