AHÁ (part. Recycled J y Cruz Cafuné)

Aha, aha, aha, aha, ah-ah-ah
Aha, aha, aha, yeah-yeah
Aha, aha, aha
Aha, aha, aha

Bravo, aha, never a snitch, aha
Cash, aha, clip to the stash, aha
Handsome, aha, clean and handsome, aha
Aha, Mercedes Bravus, aha

Outside the bistro, six Gran Turismos, aha, aha
Cousin, the price is in the building, aha, aha
Young De Niro, aha
I touch up my fade, shower, and roll, aha

Aha, aha, aha, aha
In your hood, a big shot, bring your girl, bring her down
Player, Maracanã, Moltisanti or bacala
Rouge, Rouge, Baccarat, aha, aha, yeah

Bravo, aha, never a snitch, aha
Cash, aha, clip to the stash, aha
Handsome, aha, clean and handsome, aha
Aha, Mercedes Bravus, aha (aha)

Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo sets the trend, I'm the rule and I'm the law
White, I'm an astronaut, popping pills in space
Only January and we’re bringing the best album of '26
With all these rappers, I could make a sex tape, hey

What the hell are all these rats talking about?
Get to work, stop the blah-blah, blah-blah-blah
From the stick to the splinter, I'm the wood and the boards
Better get on your knees and do your magic, abracadabra, ha

Makes a quack-quack like a duck and it ain't Daisy
You set up a movie but it was from Brazzers
If I spit with balls, Richiclato is amazing
Pure uncut drugs, but don’t talk about Kase O

Aha, aha, I'm a big shot
Always joking, aha, aha
Gallinejas and hash, your clam is a delicacy, ha
Watch out, I’m never gonna back down

Bravo, aha, never a snitch, aha (no!)
Cash, aha, clip to the stash, aha (aha)
Handsome, aha, clean and handsome, aha (aha)
Aha, Mercedes Bravus, aha

I gotta fill the box, I can't relax
If I get bad cards, I play and reshuffle
When the fafa runs out, they run like in TAFAD
Floors of IVIMA or Taj Mahal, aha

Ba-Ba-Bambas and jewels, knives and wet ones (no!)
Never and never, questions and hopefully
They talk too much but don’t work
I’m looking for your needle in a haystack

E-E-Among white lines, whores and Macallan
Armed whites, scoundrels and champagne
If I jump on the field, the party's over
'Cause I got an ace up each sleeve, ta-da

You're good, aha, you make a lot, aha
Dangerous, aha, very funny, haha
Honestly, I don’t care if I don’t make a dime
So you think I’m listening, I respond: Aha

Bravo, aha, never a snitch, aha (aha)
Cash, aha, clip to the stash, aha (aha)
Handsome, aha, clean and handsome, aha
Aha, Mercedes Bravus, aha

You hear the tick-tock
The hands don’t stop like a click-clack
Pointing at your face, ha
Today you raise crows and tomorrow malvas

This time, neither your crew nor your six-pack can save you
If I hit you with the bad hand, you’re going to the hospital
If I hit you with the good one, your girl’s at the funeral
I look at these rappers, they only tell lies

They talk about codes but then hit their girl
We come from the bottom, broke but with balls
And now on the lapel, there’s no room for more badges
Co-Co-I buy things I don’t need like a Rolex

Or 500 horses to take the kid to school
Ha, I spill the champagne
I don’t clean my kicks, I grab another pair
I live in the sewers and that’s how it’ll always be
'Cause I'm a city rat, aha