Jaden Smith – Falcon (feat. Raury)

[Verse 1: Jaden Smith]
You got the cash, well I am about to come in and embezzle it
I am on a whole ‘nother level
I put the bass up in your face
You’re feeling it treble
You jokers corny like kettle
My superflow is olympic that I need a medal
Pop out the bushes like "Hello!"
I reach for the top and never settle
You say you rock, you a pebble
I rock and roll, I’m heavy metal
Where are you now
Where are you now (I’m whipping it)
Sitting back, Listening
Where are you, Where are you now
(Dipping it, butterfly, butterfly)
Where are you now
Falcon, Falcon, Fuck em

[Hook: Jaden Smith]
There’s cops on the road, Fuck em
There’s cops on the road
There’s cops on the road, Fuck em
There’s cops on the road, Falcon
I’m on the move
Cops on the road, Douse em
I got you all bouncing, Falcon

[Bridge 1: Raury]
I am not afraid to walk the lonely road
I’m so curious of where we go, oh
Who really cares, we won’t be there
When kingdom comes, it all falls down

[Verse 2: Jaden Smith]
I hope wherever you are
You can see all of the stars, constellations
I’m impatient, you are
Beautiful (beautiful)
You should know (you should know)
Wherever you go, imma follow
Wherever you go, imma follow
My heart is so hollow, I’m high as Apollo
Seventeen, having problems with all of them models
Who rather bring bottles on bottles
We gotta go skrt, hand on the throttle

[Bridge 2: Jaden Smith]
Oh only you, can hold me down
What do you think I’m doing when you’re not around
I’m just at home by myself
(Or out with them girls, oh we both know that doesn’t help me)
(No, no I’m ready to go)
So much better than before
Nigga said I wasn’t dope
But now my head is on the road

[Break]
Bounce (got me swerving on the road)
Bounce (all them cops is on the road)
Bounce, Bounce (Cops, Falcon)

[Verse 3: Raury & Jaden Smith]
Looking at my life East Atlanta
I’m an African American a variant to what my city’s like
The world’s going to hell
I just roll up the gas
And pass it all around the circle for my day 1 homies
Oh, you acting like you know me
Remember when I was so lowkey
Chill in the club, with a doobie and a cutie
Well I got a lil vibe, I know they gone judge me
But that’s a necessary evil
And I was gonna sin like people
I’m living a lie, trying to do this right
Go mama do your dance
Leave my money in advance, the Louie V pants
I’m never playing bout my bands
Kick in your door, “Doo! Doo! Doo!"
With the tool in my hand
Raury they don’t understand
We had to stick it to the man
We bout to hit the road
Leave the money where I can
Let them hate on this event
That’s just a piece of the plan

[Skit: News reporter]
Breaking news. There seems to be a high speed police chase, at north bound on the Los Angeles 101 freeway. There seems to be two cars trying to outrun police officers with falcon winged doors. This is interesting stay tuned

YFN Lucci – Letter From Lucci

(Part 1)

[Intro]
Yeah, huh yeah yea yea
Yeah, uh uhh
Told em they shouldn’t, less you want none
Wait for it, gotta want one
Gotta have, everything yeah yea

[Hook]
If anything I’ma grind
Somebody tell ’em that it’s my time
Somebody tell me why they hatin’ on me
Somebody tell ’em stop hatin’ on me yea
Somebody tell ’em that I’m not lyin’
Somebody tell ’em I will outshine
Anybody think they gone replace me
You know I am who they said I wouldn’t be
You know you gotta win, fight, conquer
I promise to go in, I wouldn’t lie to you honor
I promise to come in and destroy my opponent
I promise no man want it as bad as I want it
Somebody go and tell ’em that I’m not lyin’
Somebody tell ’em I will outshine
Anybody think they gone replace me
You know I am who they say I wouldn’t be yeah

[Verse]
Uh, nigga let’s get it understood
Nigga still might jugg what you mean?
I’m good, I gotta eat, I gotta eat, yeah yea hey
But they don’t wanna listen
Everything a nigga tell ’em they ain’t never want to believe
I got a whole lot of tricks up my fuckin’ sleeve
What would you do if a nigga really ever leave, uh
I’m from the slums, we ain’t have shit nigga barely had a crumb
Sell hundred bags buy a hundred round drum
Tryna take sum tell ’em ring the alarm
I gotta build for my kids I ain’t have nothin’ but Mom
Gotta give ’em things I ain’t have when I was young
Everything got a pricing I’m just sayin’, gotta maintain
Nigga gotta go and get something
Since he was frustrated, nigga frustrated
Gotta count a hundred mil’ before the Lord take me
And If I make it I pray to God I can save it
And I’ma give it all to my baby
And I’ma put it all in my song baby
Told her "got it all" but she still ain’t grateful
Paid for it all bitch still ain’t grateful
I wonder if I fall will you be here later yeah yeah
Straight to the top, where I’m goin’, know it
Every beat I kill, yeah the boy feel like Floyd
Riding in the back, hundred bands on the boy
Baby I’m a boss, and your man unemployed
Yeah yea got this bitch up in the back
She don’t work for nothin’ yeah
We was sipping on act’, way before the money yeah
And we been had swag way before the money
Tell me why these niggas actin’ like they new to money
Niggas be actin’ like bitches and bitches be lovin’ these niggas
What’s up with these bitches
Bitches be talkin’ ’bout money and ain’t gettin’ no money
What’s up, I can’t fuck with you bitches
Somebody tell me what’s up, I don’t get it
Somebody tell me what’s up
Man it seems like yesterday we wasn’t really up
And now everybody say that they fuck with us
Man I told these lil’ bitches to back up
I have no fucks to give I cannot trust
I had to slow it down no need to rush
In love with that paper it gives me a rush
Man I don’t give a damn what they tell me
Every single gold chain like a medal yeah
They say you gotta change for the better
Even though a nigga came from the ghetto
Yeah, stay down get money what they tell me
Ridin’ ’round with a forty and a felon yeah
You know you gotta listen to your elders
They done been through everything that they tell us
Have you ever felt pain when everything numb?
I’ma still remain when you ain’t huh
Everybody go to hang when you wait for
Fuck around and clear it all with this AR
These niggas they talk about it
You know you gotta go and get guap
All my niggas yeah we straight from the block
Came in the game gettin’ green off top
And if a nigga play, prolly knock off his top
My niggas ain’t never had love for no nigga
No nigga, yo’ nigga, nor a bitch, won’t let him
Nah, I never ever let ’em, nah, yeah yea
All my niggas, yeah, you know them niggas, all of ’em hitters, yeah
Taliban all of ’em killers, yeah, slide down on ’em get rid of ’em, yea
Fuck you mean, aye son
You know them lame ass niggas better not say nothin’ to me
All that tongue wrestlin’ shit ain’t me
I’m a muthafuckin’ boss what you wanna be

[Hook]
If anything I’ma grind
Somebody tell ’em that it’s my time
Somebody tell me why they hatin’ on me
Somebody tell ’em stop hatin’ on me yea
Somebody tell ’em that I’m not lyin’
Somebody tell ’em I will outshine
Anybody think they gone replace me
You know I am who they said I wouldn’t be
You know you gotta win, fight, conquer
I promise to go in, I wouldn’t lie to you honor
I promise to come in and destroy my opponent
I promise no man want it as bad as I want it
Somebody go and tell ’em that I’m not lyin’
Somebody tell ’em I will outshine
Anybody think they gone replace me
You know I am who they said I wouldn’t be yeah

[Outro]
You know you gotta win, fight, conquer
I promise to go in, I wouldn’t lie to you honor
I promise to come in and destroy my opponent
I promise no man want it as bad as I want it
Somebody go and tell ’em that I’m not lyin’
Somebody tell ’em I will outshine
Anybody think they gone replace me
You know I am who they said I wouldn’t be yeah

(Part 2 – Don’t Know Where I’d be ft. Rich Homie Quan)

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
If it wasn’t for them late nights, hustling on the block, tryna get it up, I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for that 15 months, that I spent locked up
Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for the last 24 months I spent with Nut nigga
I don’t even know where I’d be
Yea, If it wasn’t for the sacrifices I knew my momma took nigga
I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for momma or daddy, I swear that
I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for the commas I was stacking
I swear to God I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for the rollie I’d prolly waste time
Prolly thinks life’s blinding Cartiers on my eyes
My money for sweetie yea I spent like nine
Everyday me and Lucci thank God
‘Cause I don’t know where I would be

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
I don’t know where I would be
Without my family
And I don’t give a fuck about how much money you got
Dont handle me
Guess what I make a nigga answer me
Broke nigga took that hoe to Applebee’s
All my suits tailored like the pastor speak
Versace everything like Master P
Pull up on my niggas in the hood
Then I, smoke a couple blunts and then book
A lil’ rolly a watch its red like a bull
I fucked that lil hoe 3 days in a row
I can tell that pussy scared cause she show it
Funny how all my exes want to know what I’m doing
I put lil shawty to bed, got tired of hearing her moaning
Watching out for the feds, riding around with nothing on me
She wanted to watch me rap, turn on the movie Mummy
She kept the lights on, while she was doing it to me
All I know is real boys, see me and they know me
I swear I don’t know where I’d be without my homies
Shoutout Lucci, shoutout YFN
Shoutout Rich Homie, boy no new friends
I don’t know what I’d be without them East Atlanta corners

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
If it wasn’t for them late nights, hustling on the block, tryna get it up, I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for that 15 months, that I spent locked up
Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for the last 24 months I spent with Nut nigga
I don’t even know where I’d be
Yea, If it wasn’t for the sacrifices I knew my momma took nigga
I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for momma or daddy, I swear that
I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for the commas I was stacking
I swear to God I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for the rollie I’d prolly waste time
Prolly thinks life’s blinding Cartiers on my eyes
My money for sweetie yea I spent like nine
Everyday me and Lucci thank God
‘Cause I don’t know where I would be

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh, I thank God we was chosen
They say never question God and I know it
But why Big, nigga Big had kids
See Big one of the reasons a nigga big
Big had a heart this big
Big was my nigga ’til the end
Big taught me how to put it up and don’t spend
Big always told me to transcend
He told me get the front end and the back end
Then he told me most niggas pretend
And that’s why I don’t have friends
Just some brothers who gone ride to the end
.45 on my side to the end
Nigga we don’t hide, nigga you know where we is
Look where I’m going, nigga look where I been, yeah
Nigga you know what it is
Late night hustling, tryna get my shit right, no pen
Every single day, and night I sin
But Lord forgive me I’m human yeah, yea, yea
Face card good, like I’m playing poker nigga, face card good
And nigga when you see me better get it understood
And me and Quan good, nigga me and Quan good, tell ’em

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
If it wasn’t for them late nights, hustling on the block, tryna get it up, I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for that 15 months, that I spent locked up
Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for the last 24 months I spent with Nut nigga
I don’t even know where I’d be
Yea, If it wasn’t for the sacrifices I knew my momma took nigga
I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for momma or daddy, I swear that
I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for the commas I was stacking
I swear to God I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for the rollie I’d prolly waste time
Prolly thinks life’s blinding Cartiers on my eyes
My money for sweetie yea I spent like nine
Everyday me and Lucci thank God
‘Cause I don’t know where I would be

[Outro: Rich Homie Quan]
I don’t know where I would be without my family
Why they take Big from me?
Why they take Big from me?
I don’t know where I would be without my family
Why they take Big from me?
Why they take Big from me?
He ain’t hurt nobody
No no no no no no no no no
I don’t know where I would be, without my family
I don’t know where I would be, without my family
Hey

Camila Cabello & Daddy Yankee – Havana (Remix)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Él vino a buscarme y ahí lo supe (uh)
(Vi clara su actitud)
Me dijo: "son tantas las que yo tuve" (uh)
(Pero me faltas tú)
No puedo soltarte, no seas tan cruel (hey)
(Desde esa noche azul)
Mi papá me dice que malo es él (uh)
¿Qué más puedo hacer?

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Ooh-ooh-ooh, lo supe en un segundo
Él cambiaría mi mundo
Ya no puedo más
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ay es que me duele mucho
Decir adiós, oh na-na-na-na-na

[Chorus: Camila Cabello, Pharrell Williams & Daddy Yankee]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (D-D-DY)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 2: Daddy Yankee]
Soy el domador de todas las nenas malas
Muchos corazones clavado en el sofá de mi sala
Todavía recuerdo lo que le dije aquella mañana
La primera que quiero como la Habana
Mami ¿qué bolá?, ooh-na-na
Ta’ acompañada o andas sola, ooh-na-na (sola, sola)
Pero que fácil me descontrola, ooh-na-na
Tú me quemas, vuelves y me enrolas, me enrolas (ah, ah)
Llegamo’ pal’ mambo, suéname el tambor
Pa’ que te recuerdes de La Habana y el campo
La libertad que bien te sabe
¿Cuándo volverá? sólo Dios sabe
Mami ¿qué bolá?, ooh-na-na
Ta’ acompañada o andas sola, ooh-na-na (sola, sola)
Pero que fácil me descontrola, ooh-na-na
Tú me quemas, vuelves y me enrolas, me enrolas (ah, ah)
Camila y Ramón Ayala de un pájaro son las dos alas

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh, no)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah, Camila Cabello & Daddy Yankee]
Ooh na-na, oh-na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Vamos pa’ la habana, vamos pa’ la habana
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Vamos pa’ la habana, vamos pa’ la habana
Take me back, back, back (like…)
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, yeah)
Mucha ropa cara pa’ la habana-bana-bana
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
D-D-DY, DY, Camila Cabello

[Chorus: Camila Cabello, Pharrell Williams & Daddy Yankee]
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, yeah)
Diddy, diddy, diddy, Daddy Yankee, yeah
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (DY)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

Camila Cabello – Havana (At MTV Europe Music Awards) (Live)

Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

CYHI THE PRYNCE – Dat Side lyrics

[Intro: CyHi The Prynce]
Where all my real ones at?
Hey!

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce]
Got two bitches bumping clits, that’s a cat fight
I’m riding ’round with the stick, that’s that act right
In here with all my jewels like I’m a Rabbi
Zone 6, East Atlanta, I’m from that side
Uh, I asked the plug for a kilo
He hit me with a brick like I’m Deebo
I charged the high for the zero
But we gon’ keep that on the D-low
Assault rifle with the peephole
It go A-B-A-B-B-B, Mortal Kombat cheat code
And I’m in here with my chico
Might get you whacked, you standing three closes
So

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on that side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
I don’t need no allies, I don’t feel the need to fraternize
Yeezys in the field, Yeezys, Yeezys in the field now
Made it to the NBA, we in the NFL now
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
People claim they praying for you, really they be preying on you
All this sh*t is weighing on you, don’t look back, they gaining on you
“‘Ye, look down, they aiming for you, all this sh*t is draining on you
And the people claim to know you, put ’em on, get famous on you
Then they go and blame it on you, you just good, they can’t ignore you”
Don’t respect who came before ’em and made they lane so I
Pulled a Lambo out and then I went and got it baptized
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
Neighbors said they think I gave the neighborhood a black eye
They too worried ’bout what I’m doing so I gotta keep my grass high

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
(Dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce]
I’m so anti, I’m so, I’m so anti
Seen my buddy passout, I’m careful who I stand by
All you do is tell stories, you a campfire
You can barely hold your water, you a damn liar
Look at all the haters who came out to see him
I’m fresh to death, my closet is a mausoleum
They don’t like I’m always hopping out of BM’s
They don’t know how many times I coulda loss my freedom
Went from open mics to rocking coliseums
I just bought your bitch a flight with my per diem
But I would never invite that hoe to my museum
I’m gone by 12 o’clock PM, that just how I treat ’em
So tell them groupie bitches stand on that side
I call these niggas groupies too cause that what niggas act like
Stand on that side, I don’t need your advice
Spit my trap like moving weight, I’m a fat guy
Wait, I just wanna see my paper stack like that high
Wait, my girl waist a 28, I like ’em that size
Wait, and them cakes a 38, I like ’em that wide
They ask why I was late, I pointed down and told ’em, “That’s why”

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

Camila Cabello – Havana (feat. Young Thug)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?"
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oooh-oooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Oooh-oooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam (jam)
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that be
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back
Yeah, ayy
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana…

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Outro: Camila Cabello & Starrah]
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na (hey)
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

Gucci Mane – Both (Remix) (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Southside & Future]
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I don’t usually do this but the drink has got me moody
Got me thinking ’bout decisions man
I should’ve left with Juvey
Got me bustin’ with my cutie
I can’t trust her nor her booty
Every night, she actin’ new school, I am not gon’ be a student
I got class, I got trash, I got bills, I got pills
Heard them boys gon’ write me off
Hope they also writing they wills
I got beam, I got flash, I got dreams and nightmares past
I’m allergic to the (brrrr) I’m using wings to wipe my ass
Right now I’m high as shit, I’m on a bumble [?]
I just got out my bitch, felt like the sunken place
She give me drunken face, she give me highest praise
And when I’m in LA, I’m smoking Kobe Bryant eighths
I watched my father whip the yay up like some mayonnaise
Mom’s would come home, they would argue he didn’t put away the plates
Taught me how to do my dirty, clean up at the same time
Right now I’m on a couple percs & leaning at the same time
Remix baby, Tunechi!

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I got so many felonies, I might can’t never go to Canada
But Drake said he gon’ pull some strings, so let me check my calendar
I just popped me one of them one what-you-call-its and it boosted my stamina
Now I’m fucking her on the banister, guess I just East Atlanta’d her
I’m in an all-red drop tarantula, fuck a Challenger
Damn these hoes ain’t got no manners, bruh, where’s the manager?
I keep throwing rubber bandies up, hoe, pull your panties up
Cause you fuck like a granny fuck, you’re just an amateur
This Patek Philipe gon’ make this crooked judge try throw the book at me
I look like half a million worth of heroin when she look at me
But you ain’t gotta fuck with me, my nig, but you’re stuck with me
But how you called the cops on me, my nig? You grew up with me

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 3: Drake]
Yeah, I’m both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah, I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you but I don’t
Just left out Dubai with all my folk
Open water, my location is remote
Shout-out Yachty but this ain’t a Lil Boat
This some shit I wrote about when I was broke
See, the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get left-overs out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
Till I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Outro: Southside]
Southside

Young Nudy – EA (feat. 21 Savage)

[Intro Young Nudy]
Yo, yo Pierre you wanna’ come out here
Yeah, I’m from the middle finger
I’m from the eastside, 5
Zone 6
East Atlanta, EA
Brick city, yeah
Licks, all that shit
(datway)
Sticks, all that shit
Hoes, set a nigga up, all that shit
Yeah, all that shit
In the club, beat a nigga ass, take a nigga chain, all that shit

[Hook: Young Nudy]
I’m from the 5, middle finger zone 6
Dirty land, dirty sticks
Bad bitches gettin’ hit
Put a nigga on a lick
Rob a nigga for a brick
Rob a nigga for his shit
Young nigga fall off turn into a snitch
Never turn into a bitch
Gotta’ keep it cool, homie rob his ass quick
Never fallin’ off, do a nigga bad, rob him for his stash, do that
Nigga talkin’ like he a real gangster put a stick on his ass
Yeah, shoot that
Gotta keep that shit 100 with you, never switch I’m the man’s
Go and get some money, gotta get some money, never hold your hand

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
I’m the type of motherfucker, nigga never had my hand out (never nigga)
Stupid motherfucker, in my pocket nigga, know I got my cash hangin’ out (50’s)
Big .30 on that motherfucker, long ways know that bitch hangin’ out (30’s)
Bad bitch, late night, with the slime ball know she like to hang out
Middle finger with the 5, zone 6 bitch that’s where I hang out (ea)
Apartments, late night, where a motherfucker like to do them shootouts (slime)
You ain’t bout’ what you talkin’ bout’, you can’t hang out (hang out)
Please don’t try to jump off the porch you to old now
Lame ass nigga, (lame ass nigga) wanna be street nigga, sweet ass nigga, (sweet ass nigga) put on the plate eat nigga, you ain’t bout it nigga, (you ain’t bout it nigga) been in the street

[Intrelude: Young Nudy]
For how long son?
Since I was like 13 nigga

[Hook: Young Nudy]
I’m from the 5, middle finger zone 6
Dirty land, dirty sticks
Bad bitches gettin’ hit
Put a nigga on a lick
Rob a nigga for a brick
Rob a nigga for his shit
Young nigga fall off turn into a snitch
Never turn into a bitch
Gotta’ keep it cool, homie rob his ass quick
Never fallin’ off, do a nigga bad, rob him for his stash, do that
Nigga talkin’ like he a real gangster put a stick on his ass
Yeah, shoot that
Gotta keep that shit 100 with you, never switch I’m the man’s
Go and get some money, gotta get some money, never hold your hand

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Middle finger with the 5 (6)
Tinted windows when we slide (sticks)
Glock .40, Draco, know I’m ridin’ round’ nigga with the slime (slime)
Shoot a nigga in his spine (spine)
Nigga’s snitch to cut time (21)
We the fox five gang, nigga’s gettin’ whacked snitcin’ on mine (facts)
Back it up, back it up, .223 gon’ make a nigga back it up (21)
Tryna’ strip a nigga, gotta’ change my outfit, nigga it ain’t black enough (ya digg)
Bouldercrest road, Glenwood road, name a hood I’ll wack it up (6)
Nigga’s run to their plug, cyrin’, sayin’ slaughter gang keep taxin’ us (pussy)
I get the racks and then I stack it up (21)
This is not a scat pack, this a hell cat and it’s on angel dust (fow fow)
Nigga break a news gang, fuck nigga we dangerous (ya digg)
I get inside that pussy, beat her back out, know a nigga strangle her (I did)
That fake ass jewelry tangled up (21)

[Hook: Young Nudy]
I’m from the 5, middle finger zone 6
Dirty land, dirty sticks
Bad bitches gettin’ hit
Put a nigga on a lick
Rob a nigga for a brick
Rob a nigga for his shit
Young nigga fall off turn into a snitch
Never turn into a bitch
Gotta’ keep it cool, homie rob his ass quick
Never fallin’ off, do a nigga bad, rob him for his stash, do that
Nigga talkin’ like he a real gangster put a stick on his ass
Yeah, shoot that
Gotta keep that shit 100 with you, never switch I’m the man’s
Go and get some money, gotta get some money, never hold your hand

Gucci Mane – Ever (3 For Free Mixtape)

[Intro: Shawty Redd & Gucci Mane]
It’s 2017 nigga
Welcome home ‘wop, blurr
Shawty Redd, new bitch nigga, y’all niggas motherfuck’ at?
Pyrex pot
East Atlanta, Zone 6
Trap house
Nigga where y’all think this shit started from, nigga
It’s Gucci
Ay Guc’, welcome home my nigga, I salute to you my nigga
Ay, hol’ up

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Let me take you back to my Shawty Redd days
Just sold ten bales, pulled up to the club blazed
In an all-red Charger with some with some on-set trays
Hittin’ on all-red kush, got on all-red J’s
Got a trap house in the 6 with a 12-foot fence
I’m Guwop the walkin’ lick but can’t nobody take shit
Had to shut the trap down, the red Dolce’s hit
Had to crack it back up, the red dogs ain’t shit
See your pack just touched, everybody want bricks
So you can tell the black cats they can suck my dick
It’s just a Sun Valley nigga, I’m had tryna get rich
I killed your dog yesterday, you can call me Mike Vick
Say you never met a killer, then you never met me
Hold up, hold up, they done let the ‘wop free
Hold up, hold up, he say he want a hundred keys
Well pull up, pull up, none for you and more for me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever
Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever
Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, nigga never fuckin’ ever
This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin’ ever
Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin’ ever
Let a nigga press me, I would never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)
They say never say never but I never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Don’t go with my main squeeze, she ain’t gotta fuck me
But bitch ain’t never met a nigga that can hustle like me
And you’ll never meet a nigga with a duffel like me
With the money and the mind and the muscle like me
I done rob so many niggas I can’t even trust me
Gotta walk in with the strap, they can never search me
Call me Gucci the unmercable, they’ll never merc me
I just bought a new convertible, they’ll never touch me
I hate mice, I hate rats, nigga that’s my pet peeve
I throw stacks, I shoot dice, nigga I’m so side street
If you ain’t ’bout lettin’ that pistol go, don’t stand beside me
Said Guwop ain’t got eight figures, I feel like you’re tryin’ me
‘Wop

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Gucci how you feel, like the richest nigga ever
Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest nigga ever
Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, nigga never fuckin’ ever
This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin’ ever
Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin’ ever
Let a nigga press me, I would never fuckin’ ever
They say never say never but I never fuckin’ ever
(It’s Gucci!)

GUCCI MANE – Both lyrics

Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

I got so many felonies I might can’t never go to Canada
But Drake said he gon’ pull some strings
So let me check my calendar
I just popped one of them one what-you-call-its
And it boosted my stamina
Now I’m fucking her on the banister
Guess I just East Atlanta’d her
I’m in an all red drop tarantula
Fuck a Challenger
Damn these hoes ain’t got no manners bruh
Where’s the manager?
I keep throwing rubber bandies up
Ho pull your panties up
Cause you fuck like a granny fuck
You’re just an amateur
This petite Philipe gon’ make this crooked judge
Try throw the book at me
I look like half a million worth of heroin
When she look at me
But you ain’t gotta fuck with me my nig
But you’re stuck with me
But how you called the cops on me my nig?
You grew up with me

I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

Yeah, I’m both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you, but I don’t
Just left out Dubai with all my folks
Open water, my location is remote
Shout out Yachty but this ain’t a lil boat
This some shit I wrote up back when I was broke
See the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get leftovers out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
Till I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean

I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

Southside

Gucci Mane – Both (feat. Drake)

[Intro: Southside & Future]
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I got so many felonies I might can’t never go to Canada
But Drake said he gon’ pull some strings
So let me check my calendar
I just popped one of them one what-you-call-its
And it boosted my stamina
Now I’m fucking her on the banister
Guess I just East Atlanta’d her
I’m in an all red drop tarantula
Fuck a Challenger
Damn these hoes ain’t got no manners bruh
Where’s the manager?
I keep throwing rubber bandies up
Hoe, pull your panties up
Cause you fuck like a granny fuck
You’re just an amateur
This Patek Philipe gon’ make this crooked judge
Try throw the book at me
I look like half a million worth of heroin
When she look at me
But you ain’t gotta fuck with me my nig
But you’re stuck with me
But how you called the cops on me my nig?
You grew up with me

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, I’m both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you, but I don’t
Just left out Dubai with all my folks
Open water, my location is remote
Shout out Yachty but this ain’t a lil boat
This some shit I wrote up back when I was broke
See the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get leftovers out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
Till I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Outro: Southside]
Southside

MADEINTYO – Uber Everywhere (On MTV’s Wonderland) (Live) letras

Nawfside cooling, shorty, yeah that’s where I stay
Heard you was a lame boy, get up out my face
And my ex keep calling, swear that she be in the way
And I need a thick Redbone shorty where I lay
Bad bihh in LA tell me that she’ll make the trip
Shorty bad as hell, yeah, with them Kylie Jenner lips
Uber every fucking where, pre-rolls in my VIP
Canada jawn, yeah I think that bitch from the 6
Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
Look, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
Yeah, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
Aye (skrr skrr)
Yeah, I wanna get the ‘Rari, but I know it takes some time (skrr skrr)
Pre-roll shorty light it up you know you fine
Lil 5 with my 5 and I’m rolling up the gas
And I need my leg room, Bapestas, first class
East Atlanta jawn Cookout on Moreland Ave (skrr skrr)
She say she bout that action but I think that Imma pass
Shorty wanna fuck me but I know I got some top
Shorty wanna fuck me but I just got some top (skrr skrr)
I can’t fuck with ops never stop pull up in that juice box
Uber fucking everywhere
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP (skrr skrr)
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
And I think that bitch from canada
I think she from the 6
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)

Gucci Mane – Money Machine (feat. Rick Ross) (Woptober Album) letras

[Intro]
Wop, money!
(Honorable C-Note)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Florescent lamps in my crib, providing life for my seeds
I’m a get money marine, I sent coke in submarines
Irrigation machines, hydraulic water machines
My money counting machine sound like a sewing machine
Cash machine on the dresser, machine gun with that compressor
Dope presser machine, I’m re-rocking everything
Claim I’m laundering money but where the washing machines?
They know my trap house pump out quarters like a slot machine
In a futuristic whip look like a time machine
Old school dropped a lil one fine machine
Making chips off coke and soda like a vending machine
Dog food with the quinoa in my blending machine
Sip so much Codeine and Sprite I need a soda machine
So I can sit it next to my joint rolling machine
And it’s placed parallel to the Carbon 15
With the scope, monkey nuts, and the infrared beam
The machine don’t make the man, the man make the machine
So many try to sabotage, can’t stop the regime
Call me ‘Wop the puppet master, I’m just pulling the strings
Screaming please don’t look at me pappy like American me
Take a tour with me a-down south, American G
Tryna flood the dirty south, East Atlanta, and streets
With this high grade uncut Colombian tea
Yeah I got it for cheap but you ain’t get it from me
Got this high grade uncut Colombian tea
Yeah I got it for cheap but you can’t get it for free

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my, beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
8 figure niggas man
When I say boss I mean that, ya heard me?
I’m so fuck what I sold, my toilet seats solid gold
You should see my new palace cause that bitch bigger than Lowe’s
I’m a 8 figure nigga, I run the check to the ceiling
Since Gucci came home bitches back in they feelings
I’m in Dubai on parole, I Abu Dhabi my hoes
If she fuck all the rappers, she say hip hop in her soul
100 grand in all twenties, they said that I couldn’t
50 grand to my bitch just cause her ex was looking
Red bottom boss, I call the yayo caucasian
Choppers sleep on the couch ready for home invasions
These pussies watching my Snap, they know that I’m strapped
On the road to the riches bitches I’m running my laps

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my, beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep

[Outro]
Wizop, beep, racks

Gucci Mane – Money Machine (feat. Rick Ross) letras

[Intro]
Wop
Money
(Honorable C-Note)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Florescent lamps in my crib
Providing life for my seeds
I’m a get money marine
I sent coke in submarines
Irrigation machines
Hydraulic water machines
My money counting machine sound like a sewing machine
Cash machine on the dresser
Machine gun with that compressor
Dope presser machine and I’m re-rocking everything
Claim I’m laundering money but where the washing machines?
They know my trap house pump out quarters like a slot machine
In a futuristic whip look like a time machine
Old school dropped a lil one fine machine
Making chips off coke and soda like a vending machine
Dog food with the quinoa in my blending machine
Sip so much Codeine and Sprite I need a soda machine
So I can sit it next to my joint rolling machine
And it’s placed parallel to the Carbon 15
With the scope, monkey nuts, and the infrared beam
The machine don’t make the man, the man make the machine
So many try to sabotage, can’t stop the regime
Call me ‘Wop the puppet master, I’m just pulling the strings
Screaming please don’t look at me pappy like American me
Take a tour with me down south, American G
Tryna flood the dirty south, East Atlanta, and streets
With this high grade uncut Colombian tea
Yeah I got it for cheap but you ain’t get it from me
Got this high grade uncut Colombian tea
Yeah I got it for cheap but you can’t get it for free
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
Go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
Go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
Beep
My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
Go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
Go beep-beep

[Music Video Interlude]
Gucci – Johan, you know this not how I like my money
Johan – (?)
Gucci – Johan tell me, how much do you value your job?
Johan – I value my job more than my life sir
Gucci – So you like it then?
Johan – Thanks to you I’m very happy sir
Gucci – I’m expecting guests. I need for you to prepare recreational activities of a competitive nature. (Right). By the way, next time make sure my bills are prepared the right way. (My apologies sir)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
8 figure niggas man, when I say boss I mean that, ya heard me?
I’m so fuck what I sold
My toilet seats solid gold
You should see my new palace cause that bitch bigger than Lowe’s
I’m a 8 figure nigga, I run the check to the ceiling
Since Gucci came home bitches back in they feelings
I’m in Dubai on parole
I Abu Dhabi my hoes
If she fuck all the rappers, she say hip hop in her soul
100 grand in all twenties, they said that I couldn’t
50 grand to my bitch just cause her ex was looking
Red bottom boss, I call the yayo caucasian
Choppers sleep on the couch ready for home invasions
These pussies watching my snap, they know that I’m strapped
On the road to the riches bitches I’m running my laps

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
Go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
Go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
Go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine, my money machine
Go beep-beep

[Outro]
Wizop, beep