The Balenciaga leather jacket to keep me warm
On the first date they already want to give me the p*ssy
I don't fall in love, I'm consolidating myself
They invited me out and I don't know if I'll get in the mood
I don't feel anything anymore, only the cold
You left without warning and left a void
I trust nobody, I live in a challenge
Momentary loves have me fed up
Do you want to be with my money or with me?
Do you want to sleep with my fame or with me?
To forget you, I mix weed with alcohol
I don't feel anything anymore, only the cold
You left without warning and left a void
I trust nobody, I live in a challenge
Momentary loves have me fed up
Do you want to be with my money or with me?
Do you want to sleep with my fame or with me?
To forget you, I mix weed with alcohol
I already know that my Catwoman is a hood chick, but how she gets freaky
She always leaves and never tells, I can't stand her
They told me that she prowls with her friend around Ibiza
And she falls in love with your VISA
She wants it to spend on Louis V, Bottega, Mariella
Leather and little fabric
She doesn't want relationships, she prefers to go party
Fo-fo-for money we fight, even though we fix it later
She always asks for more, I give her more
I don't give her less, I want to see that booty again
And pull you by your hair
Ya-ya-ya, I don't feel anything anymore, only the cold
You left without warning and left a void
I trust nobody, I live in a challenge
Momentary loves have me fed up
Do you want to be with my money or with me?
Do you want to sleep with my fame or with me?
To forget you, I mix weed with alcohol
I'm hitting the Gelato and the Jack Daniel's
If it's not with you, I don't want it with anybody
I feel like doing it to you until I pass out
To see who you're with I hired an Inspector Gadget
You left without telling me anything, that isn't done
Now she spends her time posting photos with the caption
Trying to replace you, none of them satisfies me
You know that I'm going to be watching out, no matter what happens
Her neighborhood is hot, but I go low profile
There are still things left at your place
Song I dedicate to you, successful song
I picture you driving, windows down, through the wooded area, because
Do you want to be with my money or with me?
Do you want to sleep with my fame or with me?
To forget you, I mix weed with alcohol
I don't feel anything anymore, only the cold
You left without warning and left a void
I trust nobody, I live in a challenge
Momentary loves have me fed up