Modelo (part. MC Igu e Brandão85)

Diamond in the bay, I left her all paid up
It's just that our vibe sells
I grab an Airbnb in the set
She lets loose, goes down in the room
She’s riding me while I’m throwing some cash
Ice got me thinking of all kinds of things
I roll a blunt in two shakes
I roll it up nice, I roll it pretty
My homie was in the alley
My crew only wears black
I remember well when I was in the shit
(Now the guy from Bahia runs things in SP)
She goes to the spa, comes back a baby
I’m rocking two rings on my finger (bitch)
In her pussy, my finger, yeah
Dude, I’m just smoking lemon (oh, no)
Paty loves me, I’m not even l7nnon
Paty loves me and I’m not even the ceiling (ceiling)
You don’t do shit, just stay quiet (shh)
She sees me and wants to give it up
I want a red one, we stop by the cellar
I’m in the media, I’m on the screen (ahn)
My girl’s like a soap opera
My girl’s like a model

My bitch is like a model, dressed up, got various styles
Jumping in the block, I’m not scared, never gonna be broke again
My dude, if we’re at a party, we’re gonna spin around
(If it’s street fighter talk, I got Ken and Ryu)
I want pills, not lean, rolling a blunt in the limousine
The favorite of my girl, spending on her, I’m down
Maison Margiela, I don’t hold back, just cash on the table that was needed
Your crew wants to roll with me, what do we live? You don’t do that
Girl wants to come jump hard
I make money, we’re the firm
If you and your dude are watching me, we’re hitting the VIP

Moroccan substance in the paper (substance)
Making smoke to forget my problems, ahn
She comes from far away with all this dilemma
Fucking late, her curves are like various scenes
Rolling racks (rolling racks)
Of a hundred too (of a hundred too)
Royalties coming in, I thank, amen
I’m slow (I’m slow), distant (distant)
Cracking (wow), the powerful one (the powerful one)
She’s messaging me on my Instagram wanting to know my vibe
I got this cash with the crew, she knows, it’s been a while since we ran the city
Several kilos and I’m after the hat (ye-é)
She knows we speak the truth (ye-damn)
I’m rhyming just like 2Pac (ahn)
Smoking a lot and I’m not Bob Marley
Smoking a lot just like a Rastafarian
I got some homies who are in the game
That’s why I never roll with the state
They just want to keep us broke
Some grams in my pocket, I got stopped
Dude, I said it was for personal use
Some grams, that’s nothing
I’m spending my days high