Sem Pressa

Yeah, three, four, five, six
Payments aren't even at the end of the month
I've never had a boss at work
That's why I wake up at 4 PM

All the credit here is mine
My talent is what pays the bills
I spend like crazy, the ladies go crazy
This isn't an allowance, so bro, don't pretend

Because I spend because I never had
If it ends, I'll go back to the kitchen
Every day I prayed to God
Because our time never came

Magical, I drop with a wand
They left you, bro, it's my fault
Every day chasing after the new girl
Today who follows who? Guess

I have melodies that don't fit in my head
Talk about money, not about intrigues
I don't care about that shit
My mom told me: my son
Go, but don't hurry
Go, but don't hurry
Go, but don't hurry
Yeah

There's a lot of pressure, patience is scarce
I'm giving dances to misery
Even with the band's potholed roads
Competition doesn't pass us, doesn't touch the rasta

Bro, I won't go back to shit
Every day is a hunting day
You want to paint me as a failure but the scarce one cries for me
To see if it hugs me

My niggas know I'm crazy, crazy
I set fire to any band, band
Teixeira Duarte should sign with us
Because of our blocks, blocks

Nowadays I relax more
This hustle satisfies me, I don't even pay attention to you
I know it's hard to have peace
But these are things that fame brings

I have melodies that don't fit in my head
Talk about money, not about intrigues
I don't care about that shit
My mom told me: my son
Go, but don't hurry
Go, but don't hurry
Go, but don't hurry

Baby, we're just after the money
Rosary in my pocket, god bless me
We put our voice to become a classic

I want a street trophy, fuck Grammys
Fuck your compass, blame Nenny
While you waste time hating
I'm playing tennis with your boo

I want more hoes for Fredd Perry
More and more on my BlackBerry
Here you take the bars John Terry
Girls behind me, I'm Jerry, ay

Baby, I just want to count a million
I don't want much trouble
I just want a blow on the plane, baby

Success alone is already bothering me, boo
Imagine when I have a car
This shit won't change me, I'm
I'm far from having contact

More contracts are coming (We're hitting hard)
Stepping on new stages (And the hustle doesn't stop)
Having five more visas, changing our lives
Increasing status, rising with my niggas, refilas

Our level is already different
In the DM I'm famous
Your fee is little to me
The kid you called crazy
You're watching him through binoculars, bro

Me and my gorillas
Creating floods and lines
Life gave us signs
You guys stayed on the corner

I have melodies that don't fit in my head
Talk about money, not about intrigues
I don't care about that shit
My mom told me: my son
Go, but don't hurry
Go, but don't hurry
Go, but don't hurry

I have melodies that don't fit in my head
Talk about money, not about intrigues
I don't care about that shit
My mom told me: my son
Go, but don't hurry
Go, but don't hurry
Go, but don't hurry