Mama’s style is high in demand
Mama likes rap, she’s a boss.
Mama loves cash, cash isn’t a question.
Tour around the cities, by the stores TOP’s.
Mama loves DTZ and Givenchy.
Mama’s relaxing, so don’t write to her.
Invite her to the movies? Don’t rush her.
Want to know her better?
Don’t be ridiculous.
Mama-sita, senorita.
One look, and your heart is broken.
Better not to risk it, it's is a dangerous dilemma.
Go back to your girlfriends, I’m a problem.
Your boyfriend left you for me.
Jaw drops, turned to stone.
Beckoning to me, hands are drawn.
I’m a problem. Today he’s stuck.
He doesn’t know I’m not single.
Surrounded by daring friends
And on the weekends, coldness occurs.
I’m a problem, such a kind you don’t need.
I’m a problem? Yes.
I’m a problem? Yes.
I’m a problem.
Your girlfriend should know.
I’m a problem, such a kind you don’t need.
I’m a problem? Yes.
I’m a problem? Yes.
I’m a problem.
About this the whole country knows.
I’m a problem.
I’m a problem, such a kind you don’t need.
With head to this affair, I'm ready to dive.
Blindfold my eyes...
Lunging to the sea floor, together we’ll drown.
And fade away around the voice.
You’ll call and scream but won’t understand.
I’ll never become yours.
I myself go my own way (note: that’s sort of literal, but it’s okay to translate “I’m on my own”) and I don’t need you.
I’ll only bring problems to you.