Pull up in the ride, bass knockin’ on the block,
Shawty movin’ hips like the hands on the clock,
Salsa in her step, reggaeton in her veins,
When she hit the dance floor, everybody feel the flames.
Mami got that fuego, corazón so loud,
She don’t need a crown, but she shine in the crowd,
Boricua, Dominicana, Mexicana too,
Spanglish in the mix, “oye papi, how are you?”
She like “Dámelo rápido, no me vas a parar,”
Energy electric, lightin’ up the bar,
Lip gloss poppin’, attitude so mean,
But her smile turn the night to a movie scene.
We ridin’ through the city with the moon on our side,
Cumbia on the speakers, got the rhythm in the ride,
She say “báilame lento,” I ain’t missin’ a beat,
Latina vibe heavy, yeah, that power unique.
Shawty from the island, body smooth like rum,
When she step inside the club, all the silence done,
Timbales in the rhythm, congas in the back,
Every move she make, make the DJ run it back.
“Dale papi, ven acá,” she whisper in my ear,
Perfume sweet heat, got me grinnin’ ear to ear,
She don’t chase love, nah, she just chase goals,
But the way she move that body, man, she takin’ souls.
Hennessy and passion fruit mixed in her glass,
Every step is danger but I still wanna dance,
She the type of woman that your mama warn about,
But once you caught the fire, ain’t no way you put it out.
From Miami to L.A., from Houston to New York,
Latina queens rising, they the flame and the torch,
Red dress shining, hoop earrings swing,
Every little gesture got the whole world sing.
I say, “Mami, tú eres arte, pintura, divine,”
She just laugh, roll her eyes, “you rehearsed that line?”
Nah, baby, it’s the truth, I ain’t here to pretend,
With your energy and drive, you gon’ shine till the end.
Hands in the air, lights flash on the floor,
Heartbeat sync with the kick and the snare drum’s roar,
She own every moment, no she never play small,
When a Latina in the building, she commanding it all.
