Relojito Cartier Lyrics English Translation by Luis R Conriquez
I put the moon on the phone so no more calls are coming in (Coming in)
If you’re with me, my time is yours, I’m not wasting it on nonsense (Yeah)
I ordered a bottle of fine champagne, made from French grapes (France)
A real cut, drop the R with the 24, and we score the basket (Uh, uh)
I know (Uh)
You’re not looking for something serious, and neither am I, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
But you know with me, you always have a good time (Oh-oh-oh)
Five stars at the hotel (Uh), little Cartier watch (Oh-oh, oah)
Girl, I’ll pull up in the G-Wagon, can’t wait to taste you
Don’t bring any luggage, I’ll buy you everything brand new
Come with me right now, don’t leave it for later
We’ll stop by the mall, don’t bother checking the prices
Your style’s expensive, but I can handle it
Diamond chains, sapphire rings
Baby, for you I’d even take a bullet
’Cause when I see you, I can’t catch my breath
With me it’s gangster life, like Al Pacino
Baby, they don’t call me “The Godfather” for nothing
With me you’ll see the world, no fixed destination
All you need to do is pick the right dresses
’Cause with me, it’s always first class
I know
You’re not looking for something serious, and neither am I, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
But you know with me, you always have a good time (Oh-oh-oh)
Five stars at the hotel (Uh), little Cartier watch (Oh-oh, oah)
Girl, I’ll pull up in the G-Wagon, can’t wait to taste you
Put on that little white, pink babydoll
Baby, I burned in your fire, my little devil
Like my chain, she’s Cuban fine
Little baby, uh, eh
In heaven and hell, she’s there with Lucifer
I’m a demon, and I’ll give it to you
You’re a fallen angel in a woman’s form
Baby, devour me, baby, devour me
I’m inside you in the hotel jacuzzi
Hand to the nose like I’m Scarface
Rosé bottles, Glock 40, 23
Maybe I don’t know how to love, but I know how to please, baby
I know
You’re not looking for something serious, and neither am I, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
But you know with me, you always have a good time (Oh-oh-oh)
Five stars at the hotel (Uh), little Cartier watch (Oh-oh, oah)
Girl, I’ll pull up in the G-Wagon, can’t wait to taste you
Luis R
Shout out to Mexico and Puerto Rico
Bang, son of a gun
Anuel
(Real till death, baby)