5 Star

Givenchy on my skin, five star hotel
Your woman on my phone, how's it gonna be?
Baby, it's in French, what's my name?
She climbed my Eiffel Tower
And never wanted to come down
Like in The Office, nigga, I got the role
I'm always gonna have more money than yesterday

Givenchy on my skin, five star hotel
Your woman on my phone, how's it gonna be?
Baby, it's in French, what's my name?
She climbed my Eiffel Tower
And never wanted to come down
Like in The Office, nigga, I got the role
I'm always gonna have more money than yesterday

Givenchy, Maison Margiela
The street is lit up like a candle
Hurts whoever it hurts
They're black and white like Cruella's hair
You all are the movie, but mine will last longer than ten soap operas
They never put me out, they know I'm the fire, fire, I'm smoking it
She models me, says: Daddy Ela
She came from Brazil, came out of the favela
She likes acapella, I give her acapella
I flew her friend from Venezuela
I'm good as a friend, but as an enemy, I'm a tremendous son of a
Gucci the flannel
As a kid, mommy taught me not to play with food
I don't play with my beans, yeah

Givenchy on my skin, five star hotel
Your woman on my phone, how's it gonna be?
Baby, it's in French, what's my name?
She climbed my Eiffel Tower
And never wanted to come down
Like in The Office, nigga, I got the role
I'm always gonna have more money than yesterday

Givenchy on my skin, five star hotel
Your woman on my phone, how's it gonna be?
Baby, it's in French, what's my name?
She climbed my Eiffel Tower
And never wanted to come down
Like in The Office, nigga, I got the role
I'm always gonna have more money than yesterday