Vingativa (feat. Attlanta)

Just make money and they'll love you
Don't get emotional, everything changes quickly
It's not worth it
I bet and win
That you're not brave

Black called me to the jet
I vibe with him, he's so cool
My poison is sweet, my punanny is dangerous
I was studying myself to see if I get even better
So tell me, big guy, who's your girl?
When I sit with my back to him, he sings the toughest songs
He kisses me with his eyes open because he doesn't want to miss anything
Imposing and handsome, I'll call him Mufasa
He shoots, I'm a bandit and pay bullet with bullet

Pum pum tun up
In Attlanta's touch
Kit doesn't change, fool
Lame conversation
You're not yourself
Tell me, who do you think you are?
Spring shoes don't convince anyone

Clear your vision, notice the view
Stream is not a pool
This shit
Is not a tourist playground
Who wants to sign but doesn't want to create
It's tacky and from the slums until you copy
And girl, when I charge my credit, I'm not talking about Visa
To you, it's not a creation

They didn't tell you that we're
Smooth
They didn't tell you that we're the hottest and also the coldest
That it's my gang that applies
Purebred bitch that bites

And if you need
Don't even call me
I've already said I'm vindictive
I'm MPIF
I make my kits
It's my turn
I'm not your sister
And I'm not going to explain slang

It's easy to point out my hustle but hide
In such weak phrases, in expensive kicks
It's easy to show that it's just the door of the hills
I don't want your vibe, man, I am the source
I don't want your shine, I am the spotlight
I don't owe you anything, man, don't demand from me
I spent a long time denying this to have someone come and tell me what I can't do

And they talk about hustle
Hustle! (Rouff)
But I only see them running after me
They're so behind, I'm focused on the flight
I'll only rest seeing my mom happy
Rich black woman, full of cash, living in the house she always wanted

I don't waste my time, I don't want to talk, if it's not about money, don't talk to me
I'm more selective, it's for my life, whoever slows us down, we cut off
More concerned about who will be the best, but none of that matters
Follow the illusion of wanting to please others, you'll end up hitting a wall
Just don't forget who shared the bread when you count the notes

What we achieve was already ours
Long live the family and the business, man
I'm taking care of business, long live the family, my partners
And I know they're shocked, how do they always win?

I believe in myself
Catch this scene
Me, Tasha Tracie on Attlanta's beat