Pitbull, Chris Brown - International Love

Went from Mr. 305 (Dade County)

To Mr. Worldwide (All around the world, ayy, ayy)

And now we're international, so international (Oh, yeah)

International (Woo!), so international


You can't catch me, boy (Can't catch me, boy)

I'm overseas at about a hundred G's per show

Don't test me, boy (Don't test me, boy)

'Cause I rap with the best for sure

305 'til the death of me (Yeah)

Cremate my body, let the ocean have what's left of me (Uh-huh)

But for now, forget about that

Blow the whistle, baby, you the referee, dale


You put it down like New York City, I never sleep (Yeah)

Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown, woo!)

Hotter than Miami, I-I-I feel the heat (Oh, yeah)

Oh-oh-oh-oh (Girl, it's), it's international love (International)

Oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah), it's international love (Woo!)


I don't play football, but I've touched down everywhere, everywhere? Everywhere (Dale)

I don't play baseball, but I've hit a home run everywhere, everywhere (Dale)

I been to countries and cities I can't pronounce and to places on the globe I ain't know existed (Yeah)

In Romania, she pulled me to the side and told me, "Pit, you can have me and my sister" (Woo!)

In Lebanon, yeah, the women are bomb

And in Greece, you guessed it, the women are sweet

Been all around the world, but I ain't gon' lie

There's nothin' like Miami's heat, dale (Woo!)