ZAZA Lyrics (English Translation) – Óscar Maydon, Victor Mendivil

Read the full ZAZA (English Translation) lyrics by Óscar Maydon and Victor Mendivil along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Óscar Maydon]
How did I buy the watch?
He says, “What’s up?”
I swear I’m not a thug
Hey, but there’s a new house
The whole neighborhood is filled with asses
Dude, how fat is there
The weed I smoke
Hey, the wh*res love me

[Chorus: Óscar Maydon]
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)

I don’t know what’s wrong with me
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
My mother calls me
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
There’s money at home
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
The wh*res love me

[Verse 1: Óscar Maydon]
It’s a Monday or a Saturday (Saturday)
They ask how I do it
The movie, the jacuzzi
The tusi in your pu*sy has me well crossed
I don’t like it but I love it
Slow, slow and no one takes me away
But I I like it, but I love it
The sun is out, and I don’t want to go home

[Refrain: Óscar Maydon]
I’m the best thing you’ve ever known
Maybe I’ll never be here, but you can count on me
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not your friend
I want to fu*k you, and also be cute
Lomecan lover, all good girl
They’re four asses (What a delicious dinner)

I’m the best thing you’ve ever known
Maybe I’ll never be here, but you can count on me
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not your friend
I want to fu*k you, and also be cute
Lomecan lover, all good girl
They’re four asses (What a delicious dinner)

[Chorus: Óscar Maydon]
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
I don’t know what’s wrong with me
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
Your b!tch calls me and says: “What’s up?”
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
There’s money at home
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
The wh*res love me

[Verse 2: Óscar Maydon]
Slowly, play, play my career
Today I have money, tomorrow I might die
And if I die, we’ll go away happy
Something that death won’t take away from me
Seeing my people sing my corridos
I’m taking that to the grave
The baby is psychic, she already lives in my mind
Posing nude, moving the Miami vibe
I got it with an ocean view
Champagne and stars
I want and I want more, fu*king in a penthouse
Wh*res, tusi, Miami

[Chorus: Óscar Maydon]
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
I don’t know what’s wrong with me
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
My mother call
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
There’s money at home
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
The wh*res love me

[Interlude: Óscar Maydon]
And here we are in the studio in Miami, a$$holes
And we just made this fu*king anthem

[Verse 3: Victor Mendivil]
Ding-ding-ding-ding
Chain of master jewelers
Just goes “Cling-cling-cling-cling”
Like Chino Antrax, wearing Louboutin
An American wh*re I flew to Punta Cana
Gets up in the morning with my pajama file
Asks if I’m wrong, photos at the Taj Mahal
With Arabs on Insta, artist models
Diamonds peek out in stories
I know your girl’s tattoos by heart
I make her do the Genkidama
And I call whoever you want a wh*re Lady

[Chorus: Victor Mendivil]
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
A house around your neck
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
“Rich or Dead” is the seal
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
It’s raining money
(ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa, ZaZa)
From Mayweather, I’m dying

[Verse 4: Victor Mendivil]
I have a new house and I drive a Rolls-Royce
Well, even if they give it away, Miami, a m*mmy for me
Up in the Pagani, tell me how many there are and they’ll come out
You smell a Casio with a bank, I’ll turn you off in shame
Rings, chains, sentences, the girls already have me completely amazed
I laugh at how everything has changed and I go, wearing the necklaces
Elekes, the checks, for Check how we’re rolling up our sleeves.
And I don’t sleep, I live at night, all in black, the Corvette is green.
I pull her hair, I reproach her, and the clasps are in the way of your bra.