Verse 1:
The kids travel the slums sprinting (travel)
With some shit on their belts
One and a half kg until the next slum
Most of them won't get to their 20th birthday
My G, It ain't reading cardio magazines
That you'll se that I was seeing in the shoulders of giants
Most of 'em cares about interviews in the radio
I'm trying to get in stages near the stadium
(I see you)
House Contracts without abbreviation (yes)
With the signature of the creature (more)
Shooters to kill the birds
That are trying to shit on the paintjob on my car
My nigga get that napkin out of the guy (get it out)
If I'm leaving baggages in the chess
Let's end the rumours once for all
I already partied lots of leagues in the Marquês
Chorus:
I know you are on par, fan
All the bitches are on par with the parfum
Don't try to count my l'argent
You're gonna start screaming like tarzan (x3)
Don't try to count my l'argent
You're gonna start screaming like tarzan
But you're not on my level, son
They tryna catch me in the tartan
They thinking they gonna breath like a spartan (x3)
Don't try to count my l'argent
You're gonna start screaming like tarzan
Verso 2:
My abs
Look at the look this thing gives
You know my way, I rap the place gives
The verses on my rap are good for the Alfândega
Yours are great for Canal Panda
I grew up quickly I was a little boy
Conversation theme in any female group
But I'm still a pirate even if you remove the earrings
Destroying Moda Lisboa all with a simple scenario
And after many many many drink
I'm lucid
To say your bitch smells like piss from her pussy
And I'm here wearing a thick belt from Gucci
My people on the world asking for my PDA, ya
I'm on top of 'em even what happens in the TV
From digital sales to the rights of GDA
Boy I run after the cash (x3)
With the legs of Benzema
(Chorus)
I know you are on par, fan
All the bitches are on par with the parfum
Don't try to count my l'argent
You're gonna start screaming like tarzan (x3)
Don't try to count my l'argent
You're gonna start screaming like tarzan
But you're not on my level, son
They tryna catch me in the tartan
They thinking they gonna breath like a spartan (x3)
Don't try to count my l'argent
You're gonna start screaming like tarzan
I know you are on par, fan
All the bitches are on par with the parfum
Don't try to count my l'argent
You're gonna start screaming like tarzan (x3)
Don't try to count my l'argent
You're gonna start screaming like tarzan
You gon (x3)