Walking is an art, so is my body
Papi is a workaholic, I'm his little party
I'm his parlor trick, sip-sips of Bacardi
I can make you dope-sick from the naughtiness
He says, "Who the best?"
I'm glamorous, famous
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!
You gotta be smart and I'm a little smarty
Papi is a gangsta, I'm his little dolly
Party favor favorite of them all, he says
"Baby Dolly's 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 single way, like a hurricane.
You gotta get out of the 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
But I'm crazy, yo
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."