DiCaprio (part. Armenta)

As a kid, I knew I had the wallet
Full of dreams, but never with cash
I liked the brands like Valentino
The good part, the bad was my choice

I dress in Italian or French threads
From Colombia, the powder I got on my face
The girl I got with me is Mexican
She looks like Nicki, just like Nicole

For the bad stuff, they know I turned out great
But honestly, I suck at love
As a bandit, I traveled the whole damn world
But not one filled my heart

There’s a girl you wouldn’t believe, I like her so much
But I can’t because I’m not her type
I’m a bad boy, a rockstar, I’m cursed
But I’m her guilty pleasure and she says no

And today, the table’s full of sparklers
Dom Pérignon, and also Lady Gaga
Why do they post stories of us hugging?
Caressing me with the Cubans

Yeah, what’s up, Chino
Pure SM Company, my dude
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Let the packs keep coming, baby

We locked up the horn for a bender
I love the models, gorgeous Europeans
Dad, light up the Cherry and pass it to my friend
Can’t you see, old man, that she’s already crowned?

The hotel’s now diamond, no longer stars
DiCaprio level, handling the party
Meditating in Bali, vibing with destiny
And even then, babe, I don’t know what I’m missing

For the bad stuff, they know I turned out great
But honestly, I suck at love
As a bandit, I traveled the whole damn world
But not one filled my heart

There’s a girl you wouldn’t believe, I like her so much
But I can’t because I’m not her type
I’m a bad boy, a rockstar, I’m cursed
I’m her guilty pleasure and she says no

And today, the table’s full of sparklers
Dom Pérignon, and also Lady Gaga
Why do they post stories of us hugging?
Caressing me with the Cubans

Uh!
The 413, what’s up, Armenta
What’s going on? Haha
Are we heading to Tijuana or what?