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