[Intro: J Balvin]
(Baby
You're my trap queen)
La Familia
[Pre-Chorus: Sfera Ebbasta & J Balvin]
Wh-Wh-When you call you ask me, "Where are you?"
I tell you, "Come up here", I already know what you want (Let's go)
I turn off the TV, you prepare the joint
I throw the shirt away and then, and then, ayy
[Chorus: J Balvin & Sfera Ebbasta]
Baby, baby, baby
You're my trap lady, you're my trap queen, yeah
Baby, baby, baby
You hit me more than alcohol, you hit me more than weed, ayy
[Verse 1: J Balvin]
You're my queen and I'm your king, ayy (Yeah)
Come on, play for the squad, baby
Supreme fits on you well
From Italy you go down to Medellin
You got me like Jay-Z has Beyoncé and like ying and yang
The heart is beating like Jackie Chan
You got me flying like Peter Pan
You're my Tinkerbell, I play you
There are no excuses (Excuses)
Come on, take off your shirt (Ayy, your shirt)
You're Italian, you like the Jellyfish (Shh)
Calm down, you're my trap killa
This flow I got isn't for sale or for rent (Yeah)
There are no excuses (Excuses)
Come on, take off your shirt (Ayy, your shirt)
You're Italian, you like Medusa (Shh)
Calm down, you're my trap killa
This flow I got isn't for sale or for rent (Yeah)
[Chorus: J Balvin & Sfera Ebbasta]
Baby, baby, baby
You're my trap lady, you're my trap queen, yeah
Baby, baby, baby
You hit me more than alcohol, you hit me more than weed, ayy
[Verse 2: Sfera Ebbasta]
I can't wait, take off your jeans, uh-uh, uh-uh
I want to do what I don't say on TV, uh-uh, uh-uh
I'm making a video, but I keep it for myself (But I keep it for myself), uh-uh
I'm doing this all just for you (Just for you), uh-uh
Because with the other girls (Girls)
It's not the same (What)
And they already got me fed up (Eh-eh)
After less than an hour (Now)
And they want me to play my new song (New song, huh-huh)
And they tell me, "Smile, come on, I'm making a story" (Come on, I'm making a story, skrrt-skrrt)
[Pre-Chorus: Sfera Ebbasta]
When you call you ask me, "Where are you?" (Where are you?)
I tell you, "Come up here", I already know what you want
I turn off the TV, you prepare the joint
I throw the shirt away and then, and then, ayy
[Chorus: J Balvin & Sfera Ebbasta]
Baby, baby, baby
You're my trap lady, you're my trap queen, yeah
Baby, baby, baby
You hit me more than alcohol, you hit me more than weed, ayy