Walking is an art,
So is my body.
Papi is a workaholic,
I´m his little party.

I´m Miss Parlor-Tricks,
Sips above the cardi,
I can make you dope, sick,
From the naughtiness.

He says "who´s the best?"
You is.

I´m glamorous! Famous!
Notorious! Dangerous!
But you´re crazy!
(Ah) I´m gonna leave you,
He said "you´re not a real girl,
You´re like a cartoon,
All caught up in this fame game."
Yo, good luck, good luck,
Good luck! May all,
The stars in the sky,
Bow down to you, we´re through.

You gotta be smart,
And i´m a little smarty,
Papi is a gangsta,
I´m his little dolly.

Party favour favourite,
Of them all he says,
Baby Dolly´s so sick,
Sick off your naughtiness.

Let´s go to Vegas,
He say "who´s the best?"
He said "she is, she is,
But, yo, she crazy like in,
Every single way.

Like a hurricane,
You gotta get out of the way.
But she´s hot, and she´s cold,
And she´s cool and she´s golden,
She´s full of rage like me,
And I like the game, yo."

´Cause I´m glamorous! I´m famous!
Notorious! Dangerous!
But I´m crazy, yo.
Glamorous! Dangerous!
Notorious! But famous!
But I´m crazy.

He´s gonna leave me,
He wants a real girl,
I´m like a cartoon,
All caught up in this fame game.
Yo, good luck, good luck,
He said "we´re through."