MARGIELA

Baby, hanging out with you runs through my veins
This king bed ain't filled by just any bitch
I mistook the traffic lights for stars
Don't confuse H&M with my Maison Margiela
And the clothes I gave you ain't the same as the ones you wear
The last song I dedicated to you was "Angelito Vuela"
Now these people are calling because I'm about to fill Coachella

And I just want your call, but it never comes (but it never comes)
Baby, your mind connects with mine, I know what you're thinking
When we meet up again, baby, we’re gonna kill it
Like I can't find you, I'm always looking for you, yeah-eh
Mommy, we don’t have to go back, but we can do it again
You wanna break the rules, sometimes feel it
Girl, come over to the house to let go of this hell already, yah-yah

You got it, you got it (ey)
Girls' night out, but it was to see the guy
What I like the most is that all the weekends
A message from you, but AM
It's just that I don't hold back (hold back)
Driving alone with The Weeknd in the car (yeah)
A Phillie, alcohol in the jar (uh-huh)
It's cold, baby, I’m not catching a cold
High as hell, I got my eyes like Eladio
It's just that you got it, you got it
I'll buy you the house, also the essentials
Better save it, damn girl, if you don't want me
Another night in Miami, I've been here three weekends

Mommy, it's OC
Baby, your mind connects with mine, I know what you're thinking
When we meet up again, baby, we’re gonna kill it
Like I can't find you, I'm always looking for you, yeah-eh
Mommy, we don’t have to go back, but we can do it again
You wanna break the rules, sometimes feel it
Girl, come over to the house to let go of this hell already

Baby, hanging out with you runs through my veins
This king bed ain't filled by just any bitch
I mistook the traffic lights for stars
Don't confuse H&M with my Maison Margiela
And the clothes I gave you ain't the same as the ones you wear
The last song I dedicated to you was "Angelito Vuela"
Now these people are calling because I'm about to fill Coachella

And I just want your call, but it never comes
Baby, your mind connects with mine, I know what you're thinking
When we meet up again, baby, we’re gonna kill it
Like I can't find you, I'm always looking for you, yeah-eh
Mommy, we don’t have to go back, but we can do it again
You wanna break the rules, sometimes feel it
Girl, come over to the house to let go of this hell already
This is Courtz, mommy, yeah (mommy, yeah, yeah)
This is Courtz, mommy, yeah (mommy, yeah)
From PR to Miami
Making all the mamis dance
Ey, yo, tell me, Boti
This is Courtz, mommy, yeah