Tropa do Mantém

Today she wants to meet the Mantém troop yeah
Just wants Gucci, Prada, stopped buying from shein yeah
Wants a cloned card, car without plates, a stack of 100
Wants the rich black guys in Balmain shirts
Thug water, cold glass, messing with the mind yeah
Onlyfans booming, confidence for those who have yeah
Sunday cruising on the shore, riding a boat, the black one is hot yeah
Princess, feline, wicked, only wants the race that extends the comb

Where we arrive everything stops, my nickname is called (2D)
Driving thugs crazy, only the fine gold chains around the neck, pure attraction
The tape tan that instigates and leaves them hard

Today I have what I deserve, a kilo of mass on my chest
If you want to go out to dinner, you'll have to pay, because I deserve respect
We're rich, but not by birth, I remember when I lived in the alley
Now I'm going to spend, and I'm going to show off, for me this is just the beginning

Today we go from north to south, from north to south
Drinking only royal salute, buying everything
The flow that hits your mind, leaves you confused
You know we're different, here it's just pure creation

Today I woke up with him calling me saying he was my fan
Tonight I'll finish him off when I start I only stop in the morning
They yield to the man's troop knowing he's the king of the apple
Wants to live life dangerously, risky profession, gang work

Today she wants to meet the Mantém troop yeah
Just wants Gucci, Prada, stopped buying from shein, yeah
Wants a cloned card, car without plates, a stack of 100
Wants the rich black guys in Balmain shirts
Thug water, cold glass, messing with the mind yeah
Onlyfans booming, confidence for those who have yeah