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Alemán is back with ‘Fashion Week’, and as the title suggests, the track dives into the world of luxury and high fashion. He constantly drops references to Paris, Madrid, Los Angeles, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Margiela, Bella Hadid, and even Versailles. These aren’t random flexes—they’re symbols of wealth, exclusivity, and the high-gloss lifestyle.

The whole vibe sets the relationship on the same stage as Fashion Week itself, where beauty and status rule. But beyond the name-drops, the song has a surprisingly romantic side.

Alemán shows his fascination with a woman he calls “bonita”, admitting he’s been hooked on her since the first time he saw her. He puts himself in the role of someone ready to do it all—defend her, fight for her, even start a family. The lyrics balance admiration (“You’re like art from a museum”) with raw desire.

At points, the verses even frame them as a power couple out of mythology: “We’re gods, Venus and Zeus.” Together they embody beauty, dominance, and divine energy.

‘Fashion Week’ English Lyrics

[Intro]

Everybody know I flex, uh
This one’s for you, mami
I love you, Paris
You know this is classy, mami

[Verse 1]

She says: “I’ll do whatever you order” (Ah)
Tell me right away when you’re coming (Hey)
I only want what you’ve got (Come)
I just want your genes (Ay)
“Je vous en prie, nous allons à Paris”
I tell her, and she says: “Oui”
I take her to Chanel and then to Louis
I make love to her and she says: “Merci” (Ah)
She’s had me crazy since I first saw her
Hey, pretty one, I want you
My ex is still out there chasing d***
And I’m with you at Fashion Week

[Verse 1]

I’m hustling, call me NIP
I feel like Johnny Depp
Beat by 6IXXX, but his name is Pete
This thing’s definitely a hit
I’m the king, call me David
Relax, light up the weed
I’m already rich, with you I want a kid

Let’s hit the bed and make a feat
One after another on repeat (Repeat)
We’re off to L.A., then to Madrid
With that body, girl, you’re so fit
Hotter than Bella Hadid (Ha)

[Interlude]

For so long I wanted to be with you, mami
Walking around Paris
And now we’re heading to Madrid, mami
I was thinking: why don’t we go to dinner tonight at Costes?
I’ve got a table reserved
I just want to see you, ma, just let me see you, mami

[Verse 2]

Your runway legs need the Tabi Margielas
Let me take you to Costes and cover dinner, mami
You’re so fine, I can’t believe it—like art, straight from a museum
To Versailles we go for a stroll, we’re gods, Venus and Zeus
I light up every time I see you (Ay)
Every day I want you (I want you)
I pray to you, thought I was an atheist (Was an atheist)
If they look at you wrong, I lose it
I defend you, for you I’ll fight
I’m capable, I don’t hesitate
On top of me, love that sway
Look at her (Look at her), she’s about to model (About to model)
Her walk is that of a diva
Come here, mami, roll it up (Roll it up)
You’re so fine, uh-la-la (Ha)
You’re so fine, uh-la-la
You’re so fine, mami, mami, uh-la-la