I put it down for a brother like you 
Give it to you right in the car, that's you 
We can first give you some of this, that's you 
And you're all loving that J.Lo, [bad word] 

Hold up, I can get you thrown up 
Pull your trigger, go and get your gun up 
All the time I hear her talk 
Put a pin in it, now I'm ready, let it rock 
Keep it number 1, that's easy mathematics 
Keep it number 1, baby, ain't no static 
Got that hourglass for you, baby, look at these legs 
No brakes, go green, no red 
If you wanna kill the body, gotta start with the head 
Put it on you, I'mma need about 4-5 beds 
Cause I love my papi 

I didn’t see it 
But I see it now 
I think I love you 
And I need you now 
Ain’t had none like you in a while 

I luh ya papi, I luh ya papi 
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi 
I luh ya papi 
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi 
I luh ya papi 
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi 
Get up my papi 
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi 

I put it down for a brother like you 
Give it to you right in the car, that's you 
We can first give you some of this, that's you 
And you're all loving that J.Lo, [bad word] 

Oh that 24 hour 
Feeling like I want one when it's crowded 
If you wanna hear your name, I shout it 
Boy, you the [bad word]  go and take a power shower 
And I'm feeling like it's me and you, I don't doubt it 
You can drop it how you want, I ain't trying to call Miley 
I'm loving me some you 
Started from the bottom, baby, then we went roof 
Cause I love my papi 

I didn’t see it 
But I see it now 
I think I love you 
And I need you now 
Ain’t had none like you in a while 

I luh ya papi, I luh ya papi 
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi 
I luh ya papi 
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi 
I luh ya papi 
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi 
Get up my papi 
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi 

[French Montana] 
I love you, mami, I-I love you, mami 
Baby, you the [bad word]  I-I love you, mami 
Shorty got me catching feelings 
And that rave drop reaching for the ceiling 
Southside Bronx, [?] just overseas 
Take the pants out here, drop to her knees 
Oh my, I'm a don like Omar 
Speed it up slow ma, throw it back, throw my 
Rock-rock Gators like mother chords players 
You can hate to love us, you can love to hate us 
From the bottom it been real 
From the bottom shorty been trill 
And even though we made it to the top 
Still J.Lo from the-the the block 
Ey, I love you, mami, I love you, mami 
Baby, you the [bad word]  I-I love you, mami 

I think I love just who you are 
We haven’t grown apart 
This is just the start where life begin a way to the end 
And we started as friends but boy I do love 

I luh ya papi, I luh ya papi 
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi 
I luh ya papi 
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi 
I luh ya papi 
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi 
Get up my papi 
I luh ya luh ya luh ya papi