COURCHEVEL
Los dos en Europa, con Rolex en la mano
Pasándola bonito, viviéndola bacano
Profesional, ya no soy canterano
Con la cuenta, la arena y mar, millonario retirado
Si no es contigo, la vida no estaría bien
Un verano de Ibiza y después pa' Courchevel
Pensando en lo rico que lo hicimos aquella noche
Te llevo en la Urus o en la G-Wa, dime cualquier coche
A ti te compro la Birkin, Louis Vuitton o la Dolce
Usted me enamoró, mi amor, me enamoró
No sé si fueron aquellos beso' o tu sonrisa
Las que combiné con tu rico aroma o con la brisa
Nos vamo' a Courchevel, y yo allá te dejo esquiar, ah-ah
Y yo te veo esquiar y me quedo con los recuerdos
Que hicimos, ma, tú y yo
Fashion Week en Europa, los dos
Energía que nunca mintió
Se lo juro, me enamoró (se lo juro, me enamoró)
Pensando en lo rico que lo hicimos aquella noche
Te llevo en la Urus o en la G-Wa, dime cualquier coche
A ti te compro la Birkin, Louis Vuitton o la Dolce
Usted me enamoró, mi amor, me enamoró
(No sé si fueron aquellos beso' o tu sonrisa)
(Las que combiné con tu rico aroma o con la brisa)
(Nos vamo' a Courchevel, y yo allá te dejo esquiar, ah-ah)
Money Makers
Monja, don't got mercy on these niggas
COURCHEVEL
Both of us in Europe, Rolex on my wrist
Living it up, having a blast
Professional now, no longer a rookie
With the cash, the sand, and sea, a retired millionaire
If it’s not with you, life wouldn’t be right
A summer in Ibiza and then off to Courchevel
Thinking about how amazing we were that night
I’ll take you in the Urus or the G-Wagon, just name the ride
I’ll buy you the Birkin, Louis Vuitton, or Dolce
You captured my heart, babe, you really did
I don’t know if it was those kisses or your smile
That mixed with your sweet scent or the breeze
We’re heading to Courchevel, and I’ll let you ski there, ah-ah
And I’ll watch you ski and hold onto the memories
That we made, babe, you and I
Fashion Week in Europe, just us
Energy that never lied
I swear, you stole my heart (I swear, you stole my heart)
Thinking about how amazing we were that night
I’ll take you in the Urus or the G-Wagon, just name the ride
I’ll buy you the Birkin, Louis Vuitton, or Dolce
You captured my heart, babe, you really did
(I don’t know if it was those kisses or your smile)
(That mixed with your sweet scent or the breeze)
(We’re heading to Courchevel and I’ll let you ski there, ah-ah)
Money Makers
Monk, don’t have mercy on these fools