[Verse 1: Criolo]
Light the French myrrh incense
600 thread cotton, tablecloth
Elegance in dealing is the cherry cake
Gold napkins pleasant surprise
To feel good with your guests
Imported cars guaranteeing transfers
Armored, security guards in uniform
In Armani suits, Louboutin and shoes
We have to gallon Dom Pérignon
Veuve Clicquot to wash your hands
And for your pet dog
We guarantee a small pot with a little Chandon
MC Lon you are carrying VIP
Thássia has a fine blog
To give it a cult atmosphere, I offer you a gift
Fridge magnets with Sartre and Nietzsche
Glitter, glamour, La Maison Creole
The system requires a TV profile
Sorry if I didn't introduce myself to you
This is my card, I work at the buffet
[Chorus o: Criolo, Tulipa Ruiz]
You think it's papaya, okay, it's a party
Boy in the lighthouse you humiliate and hate
You think it's good, right? It doesn't even affect you
Instalment on your card for these indigestible people
(Not everything that shines is a relic or a jewel)
[Verse 2: Creole]
Government stimulates and consumption happens
Mama of all evil, ignorance only grows
FGV help me with this prayer
The minimum wage based on DIEESE
In front of shopping malls schedule appointments
Debate about quotas, World Cups and the like
The oppressor is silent and the system is a termite
And if I don't exist, why do you charge me?
Papaya, cassis
Run with Bis ice cream
Patricio likes it and who doesn't want to be happy?
To guarantee the padê, they give it until the edi
It was all a lie, I dreamed for real
With you, me there, the two of us, you see
The soul floats, milk the child wants to drink
Lazarus, someone in us help to understand
[Chorus]
[Outro: Criolo, Tulipa Ruiz]
Think it's good
Think it's papaya...