business | March 15, 2026

Eladio Carrion 5 Star Lyrics English Translation

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Givenchy on my skin

Five-star hotel

Your woman on my phone, how is it gonna be?

Baby, it's in French, how do I call myself?

She climbed on my Eiffel Tower

And she never wanted to come down

Like in The Office, nigga, I have paper

You will always have more money than yesterday

Givenchy on my skin

Five-star hotel

Your woman on my phone, how is it gonna be?

Baby, it's in French, how do I call myself?

She climbed on my Eiffel Tower

And she never wanted to come down

Like in The Office, nigga, I have paper

You will always have more money than yesterday

Givenchy, Maison Margiela, the street is lit up like a candle

No matter who it hurts, we're black and white like Cruella's hair

You guys are the movie, but mine will last longer than ten soap operas

They never turn me off, they know I'm the fire, fire, I'm smoking it

She models me, says, "Papi Ela," she came from Brazil, she came out of the favela

She likes acapella, I give her acapella, I stole her friend from Venezuela

I'm a good friend, but a tremendous enemy, son of a b*tch, 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 is it gonna be?

Baby, it's in French, how do I call myself?

She climbed on my Eiffel Tower

And she never wanted to come down

Like in The Office, nigga, I have paper

You will always have more money than yesterday

Givenchy on my skin

Five-star hotel

Your woman on my phone, how is it gonna be?

Baby, it's in French, how do I call myself?

She climbed on my Eiffel Tower

And she never wanted to come down

Like in The Office, nigga, I have paper

You will always have more money than yesterday

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