As a kid, I knew my wallet
Was full of dreams, but never of cash
I liked brands like Valentino
From good to bad, that was my decision
I dress in Italian or French clothes
The powder I carry from Colombia is on my face
The girl I’m with is Mexican
She looks like Nicki, like Nicole
When it comes to bad things, you know I’m really good
But honestly, I’m terrible at love
I’ve traveled the whole world with bandits
But none filled my heart
There’s a girl that I really like
But I can’t, because I’m not her type
I’m a bad boy, a rockstar, I’m wicked
But I’m her guilty pleasure, and she says no
And now, the table’s full of sparklers
The bottles, also the Lady Gaga
So they can post stories of me with them, hugged
Caressing the Cuban chains
We closed down “El Cuerno” for a drinking spree
I love models, beautiful European ones
Dad, light up the cherry and roll it, my friend
Can’t you see, old man, we’ve already made it
The hotel is now diamond, no longer stars
At DiCaprio’s level, handled when drunk
I meditate in Bali, and destiny vibrated
And even so, mommy, I don’t know what I’m missing
When it comes to bad things, you know I’m really good
But honestly, I’m terrible at love
I’ve traveled the whole world with bandits
But none filled my heart
There’s a girl that I really like
But I can’t, because I’m not her type
I’m a bad boy, a rockstar, I’m wicked
I’m her guilty pleasure, and she says no
And now, the table’s full of sparklers
The bottles, also the Lady Gaga
So they can post stories of me with them, hugged
Caressing the Cuban chains