"ÓRALE" lyrics

What's up, mami?
What you doin' out here?
I just came to see you...
Shit. Let's go then, come on

Aye, órale, órale
Beach boy on the sun, woah...

Let you know I'm from the west, baby
Beach boy knows best, baby
Put your hands on your knees
Shake it to impress, baby

You might be the one that I leave with
Set sailing this bitch, leave 'em seasick
Money on my mind
Ain't go time for no free shit
All up at the airport
Flying out frequent
Trying to get a bag like a boss, bitch
Bad bitches all up in my bed, all they need hostage

Oh shit, I just ended up with your friends
She ain't Britney, bitch
But I just did her again and again
I'm really him, ain't no need to pretend
Joy ride the whip, watch the rythm they spin
Let's go

We sippin' on some piña coladas
Poolside, chilling with bikini
Those models, yeah
Got 'em wetter than a pool [?]
They just wanna be seen with the cool kids

I already know, I ain't clueless
Little did she know that I'm down with the movement
Took it a pound down, fucked around, got her chosen
Soon as she seen the crib, she trynna move in, wait

I ain't giving out free rides, baby
Grew up Chuck T's and some Levi's, baby
Northside, beach boy, seaside wavy, yeah
And I been needing me time lately, ay

Cuban mami, she know how to make it shake
Spanish mami, put it on me
Órale, órale, aye
Órale, órale, aye, aye, aye

Cuban mami, she know how to make it shake
Spanish mami, put it on me
Órale, órale, aye
Órale, órale, aye, aye, aye

I'm back in the studio working forty-eight
Hours straight trynna coordinate, trynna motivate
Shorty, wait, I got more to make, can't afford a date
Couple vibes on my lap, trynna Californicate
Make a morning, come to Cali say she go to Florida State
And she in the Orange County chilling in the Golden State
Make it groove, make it levitate, shawty, come this way
I put food on my brother's plate, now they over it, aye

It ain't really hard to see
Shorty got that good, good, make it hard to leave
Pardon me
You know you with a star, lil' baby
Shoot across the sky to my car, lil' baby

One flight, get yo' life right
Come and see what my life like
Took out to Hollywood, put in them bright lights
Now she in love with the nightlife

Cuban mami, she know how to make it shake
Spanish mami, put it on me
Órale, órale, aye
Órale, órale, aye, aye, aye

Cuban mami, she know how to make it shake
Spanish mami, put it on me
Órale, órale, aye
Órale, órale, aye, aye, aye

Órale, órale?
Órale, órale...