Estilo Cachorro

Dog Style

I know a guy who’s all about the night, the late hours
He’s into all kinds of scenes, all the parties
He loves to live, and travel
Without fear of dying, without fear of taking risks
He doesn’t shoot in the dark, a quick guy
Always hustling here and there, chasing after cash
Oh, playing to lose, man, that’s not my style, oh
This guy’s a criminal, uh-huh, got a goal
A smooth operator, a real charmer
He’s got the vibe of an artist, like a player
He impresses with his slick style
Dressed to the nines, designer gear
Always looking sharp, hair styled just right
Cruising in a brand new blue ride
Gold ring matching with the chains
Expensive watch, of course, a hot brand
Moves at his own pace, no rush
Chills his mind, so he doesn’t stress
When it’s time to shine, he’s already got
A Kawasaki, and freedom, my dear
This guy’s got good vibes, I hear the haters
Money bike, the bums get pissed
Oh, that’s not fair, oh, and the bros
A slice of the pie, get your act together, dude
He knows all kinds of girls, different types
The dark ones, the light ones, the cool ones, the hot ones
Dyed blonde, sexy black
Amazonian girl to an Eastern flower
He’s got a good reputation, among the ladies
Those models who rest during the day, you know
He has his standards, he has his rules
Riding on that backseat, I know what’s up
In a motel or at home, oh, let’s go to yours
In a ride at the drive-in, under the moonlight
With second intentions, it’s elementary
Condoms in the pocket and mischief in his eyes, obviously
Knows how to arrive, yeah, knows how to leave
Knows how to be noticed and considered where to go
To get what he always wants
He uses the same weapon you do, woman

[CHORUS]:
Women and money, money and women
The more you have, the more you want
Even if it brings problems one day
Living alone, no, it’s not worth it
Women and money, money and women
Without both, I can’t live, which one do you want?
Even if it brings problems one day
Going to bed alone, that’s not the plan

[THC II]:
Monday, Patricia
Tuesday, Marcela
Wednesday, Raissa
Thursday, Daniela
Friday, Elisângela
Saturday, Rosangela
And Sunday, it’s matinee, her name’s Angela
I’ve got a schedule with dozens of numbers
A list of traits, and the names
What’s the source, man?
Oh, that’s no secret
Riding on a bike, you know I’ve got cash
The ladies get all excited when I show up
I bring the panic, order champagne on ice
That silver bucket, right on the table
Sets the mood for the night, a surprise box
I’m just sitting there, filming
Only mischief going back and forth, strutting
They do everything to catch your eye
Stop, throw it in your face, with intention
Tight pants, bell-bottoms
Low-cut top, perfumed and smiling
Asks for a lighter and offers a cigarette
- Hey, do you have a light?
- Oh, of course
What’s your name?
My name’s Viviane
But for you, I’m Vi, here’s my number
Five eight nine two, that area code’s from the South
Nice to meet you, my name’s Paulo, aka Ice Blue
Where are you from?
I live in Vaz de Lima
You know Maracá then, up that way
That even rhymes, coincidence on the track
You’re gonna ride on my backseat, and hasta la vista

[CHORUS]:
Women and money, money and women
The more you have, the more you want
Even if it brings problems one day
Living without anyone, there’s no plan
Women and money, money and women
Without both, I can’t live, which one do you want?
Even if it brings problems one day
Living alone, it’s not worth it...