Down in Brazil - Kris Russell

(Yeah, yeah) O, moj Bože (o, moj Bože) O, moj Bože (o, moj Bože) U pola pet preturam pijan, nije loše (yeah, yeah) O, moj Bože (o, moj Bože) O, moj Bože (a, o, moj Bože) Ma, daj mi svega, kada divljam nek me nose (ma, nek me nose) O, moj Bože (o, moj Bože) O, moj Bože (o, moj Bože) O, moj Bože, jurim pare što se množe, množe, množe O, moj Bože (o, moj Bože) O, moj Bože (a, o, moj Bože) A oko mene, moji samo troše, troše, troše, troše A jurim pare što se množe, samo stan na dan je U banci zna me svaki šalter, k'o da hasam pare Ja sa dna, dame noćne, hostel bluda A ko me zna? Kad ih lažem, slažem sud sav Ruke na vratima, grebe i zavija Druga sa partija, bane, k'o racija Suze iz taksija šalje da nagriza (yeah) Dušu što svaki dan (yaeh, yeah) živi iz navika O, moj Bože (o, moj Bože) O, moj Bože (o, moj Bože) U pola pet preturam pijan, nije loše (yeah, yeah) O, moj Bože (o, moj Bože) O, moj Bože (a, o, moj Bože) Ma, daj mi svega, kada divljam nek me nose (ma, nek me nose) O, moj Bože O, moj Bože (o, moj Bože) O, moj Bože, jurim pare što se množe, množe, množe O, moj Bože (o, moj Bože) O, moj Bože (a, o, moj Bože) A oko mene, moji samo troše, troše, troše, troše Tu za sat, il' dva, alarm je navila Na podu haljina, do pola dva je napijam I da l' me zanima šta si njemu javila On kao mafija, ti na mene slabija Hladna sva, dama sa šminkom i suzama Maska ta pada nam kad smo kod usana Karta za hladan rat, vodi do lutanja Svaka zna šta sam ja, nisi baš lukava O, moj Bože (o, moj Bože) O, moj Bože (o, moj Bože) U pola pet preturam pijan, nije loše (yeah, yeah) O, moj Bože (o, moj Bože) O, moj Bože (a, o, moj Bože) Ma, daj mi svega, kada divljam nek me nose (ma, nek me nose) O, moj Bože O, moj Bože O, moj Bože, jurim pare što se množe, množe, množe O, moj Bože O, moj Bože A oko mene, moji samo troše, troše, troše, troše O, moj Bože

Oh yeah, wooh Oh yeah If lovin' was money, how much you think we'd make? If kisses were cash, we'd never stop making it rain, no The way that I picture it our pockets thicker than Bill Gates If lovin' was money, we'd make it all the way to the bank Rakin' it in by the billions Cash stacked up to the ceiling Livin' on champagne and chocolate, somewhere exotic Kissin' on a beach, alone, 'cause we bought it Talking gazillions Drop a fortune, 500 jillion, yeah Girl if loving was dollars, you know we'd be ballers Rakin' it in by the billions, wooh Oh yeah If lovin' was money, then we'd never clock out of work, nah Girl, we'd stay extra hours, after all the lights have been turned off Oh, if all my attention was benjamins, you'd have 'em all to burn If lovin' was money, there's no telling what we'd be worth Rakin' it in by the billions Cash stacked up to the ceiling Livin' on champagne and chocolate, somewhere exotic Kissin' on a beach, alone, 'cause we bought it Talking gazillions Drop a fortune, 500 jillion, yeah Girl if loving was dollars, you know we'd be ballers Rakin' it in by the billions Wooh Oh oh oh Hey, wooh Ah Make a little love, make a little money Make a little love, make a little money Make a whole lotta love, and a whole lotta money, oh oh Rakin' it in by the billions Cash stacked up to the ceiling Livin' on champagne and chocolate, somewhere exotic Chillin' on a beach, alone, you know we bought it Talking gazillions Drop a fortune, 500 jillion, yeah Girl if loving was dollars, you know we'd be ballers Rakin' it in by the billions Oh yeah Just rakin' it in by the billions Oh yeah, girl If besos were pesos, no telling how much we'd make girl You know we rakin' it in, rakin' it in, rakin' it in, yeah Rakin' it in by the billions Haha