Jetsetta.

You can catch me on a jet.
First class, 
flyin Emirates,
VIP,
nothin less, 
blazing trails, 
makin moves, 
settin sail,
feelin cute, 
private booth.
'Cos you can call me the don,
di me "el diablo"
Corleone; godfather,
but Italiano mi no hablo.
What’s a capo to a paco?
A cannoli to a taco.
Locos vato, roboto,
so domo arigato.
I'm the Moses, to ya Musa
Billie the Kidd on appaloosa,
not a snake like you, medusa.
"Muey piquante, like papusas!"
Send you postcards in the mail,
souvenirs from every destination,
sun-kissed locations, and hot spots 
That got names with different 
pronunciations.
I'm Carmen Sandiego, mannnnn—
they be like, "Where in the world is he?"
Catch me if you can, 
like Taz, i got you feelin' dizzy.
Better move fast,
you know I gotta do this quickly,
before I  blast off:
blink and you might miss me.
So, bon voyage, bitch,
I take off and text you flying kisses.