Dança Pro Fim do Milênio

That one over there, the gardener, is also awesome man
That one can show everyone, that one is really crazy
I put it straight
The musicians, the people who are monsters
The girls, the ladies like it too
That one is really crazy

Dance for the end of the millennium
Let me earn my money
My oxygen cylinder
Rolling my hair, I feel like Quavo
Saving money and the prize
I gave you the card and the password
Life is trial and error
I won the lottery
I unlocked the scheme, if you want I'll take you

It's good until it gets complex
Every day I wear black, I don't look like an emo
I sail until the wind runs out, it's hard work, but I row
It doesn't hurt anymore
Damn, but it rained in the email
In the groove, that's right
No drama, whining
In flip-flops, Riachuelo
I'm serious, more money
I play seriously, my homemade seasoning
No mystery, they said sorcerer
If I want to entertain you, without a break
If I want I speak well, make it clear
If you want someone, speak
If I want too, I'll stay without
If you know who sells, I'll nag
Crazy, but tired
Almost always, sensible
The only one doing what was not found
I don't have a contract
Everything you see with me is mine
Everything is well paid, every good has a burden
Like Mônica and Eduardo, hydroponics in the room
Everything you see with me is mine, everything is well paid
It won't rain 100 notes, wait sitting
If it rains I'll take what's mine, every penny

But the one with the little boat is invincible, right man?
That one with the little boat is invincible
It's your gangster music (let me earn my money)
Listening to my sound in the cops' car (my oxygen cylinder)
Rolling my hair, I feel like Quavo

Yesterday was a party at Morpheus, man who was there?
Spending a fortune at the motel, man detail
Boy, tell me how to interrupt your lifestyle
It's all about dollars and euros and Ferraris
I jumped the school gates, I flew high
I don't know how to write something simple like: Lay out
If it has to be, I'll be the shot, not the target
But I value simple things like, real

Dance for the end of the millennium
Let me earn my money
My oxygen cylinder
Rolling my hair, I feel like Quavo
Saving money and the prize
I gave you the card and the password
Life is trial and error
I won the lottery
I unlocked the scheme, if you want I'll take you

I feel like Quavo