Inveja Sofre

Black GL without a roof
With several crazy ones
My life is a lot of trouble
Every day is a party and chaos
It's been a while that I'm in this
Tomorrow doesn't matter
Living the present
Taking a stroll in Ilhabela

I'm strong in Lacoste
And my account is wealth
The lean cow is gone
Bye bye to sadness
Who would have thought us in Meca
To live there are no borders
Macalanca in the throat
Drink, you gold digger
In the mansion by the sea
Maybe I'll only come back on Monday
Smoke one to relax
Living, I returned to the whores
And I don't want to know
About gossip and nonsense
I've told those who bother me
Don't follow my life

We are the hustle, not luck
No idea for crazy
I've lived with just one salary
When I worked in the stockroom
But blessed by God
I'm chubby with a lot of money
Smile is on my face
And envy suffers

Who would have thought us in a Porsche
And envy suffers