Maleta (feat. KayBlack e MC Kevin)

The party is on, today the favela, my man, is just leisure
The kids play and hold the handlebars of the XRE
We make the money, this shit will never be seen making us
With 12 springs, she gets wet and whispers in the ear
What are you smoking? Can I smoke?
When I saw you dancing from afar, I had to stop
Asked the friend: Did I hear PH?
It's a summary, she's single, sure she wants to give me

Doesn't even know a third of the danger involved (no, no)
Called me a thief, stole your heart without a gun
No time for snitches or even for informants
So, set fire to that cream
Man, we rob any scene
4M is our motto
Our war is only against the system
Oh, no

I have nothing else to worry about
It's the money that's coming behind
I have nothing else to worry about
It's the money that's coming behind
Put all that profit in my suitcase
Because there's no more space in my drawer
Put all that profit in my suitcase
Because there's no more space in my drawer

I leave with the profit in the suitcase and throw it in the XRE's trunk
I held the handlebars to my chest, but I won't scratch so the bills won't fall
I put the cap on my face for when these snitches see me
Don't come messing around, because if they find out, the house will fall
I'm out of time (out of time) with these girls who used to disrespect me and now ask me: Put it in
I'm running away from all the hassle, I just want money, no mistakes
And they ask: Roll a joint, put ice on these bad bitches
12 springs and Durag, they want the black keys, fancy

It's been a while since money has been chasing me
I spin the bill and for the informants, the treatment is finger on the trigger
Snitches say: You're stealing, and the little guy is rich
Every day house party, two shawties for each bandit

Today the funk party is with me
Call PH, loyal friend
KayBlack is hiding
From the police we're running away
In the trunk there's another 10 kilos
There's another 100 thousand in cash
On my rope there's half a kilo
True gang of bandits

I know very well that there's no space in my drawer
Full of rifles stored, conspiring, whoever tries will die
Release the key, guard, because there are only those from prison
Fully tattooed, impossible not to see

We're laughing in the face of the worms
Laughing in the face of the cops
Pass the Ice, my man KayBlack
I'll pass the B to PH
No one with the gang interferes
Envious, in reverse will return
The more gold I'm buying, I'm running out of places to store

We're laughing in the face of the worms
Laughing in the face of the cops
Pass the Ice, my man KayBlack
I'll pass the B to PH
No one with the gang interferes
Envious, in reverse will return
The more gold I'm buying, I'm running out of places to store
The more gold I'm buying, I'm running out of places to store

Damn, there's no space in my drawer
Put all that profit in my suitcase
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Because there's no more space in my drawer
Put all that profit in my suitcase
Because there's no more space in my drawer