Yeah

2000 baby

Havana style

Miami Dade County style

Yeah, uh

What

How much you want me?

It's like this



[Havana]

I'm a bad bitch when I grab my tits

Throwed and dopeless, my cliques tha dopiest

Even my drops be explosive

Alley cats sit, they all up in my showbiz

A hundred songs done, damn you still ain't getting noticed

Erase tha T and add a V and notice

Y'all stay novice, rhymes y'all say is hopeless

Image y'all portray  is bogus

Hoes talk lip then they watching Oprah

Smoke weed then get banged and fucked tha hell over

Y'all hate and get banged them cats can rock sofa's

Like Spades, I crash game, y'all be live jokers

Certified cigar smoker, never losing focus

Why ya man is at my show, scheming how to poke us

Tricks get a Sly Kat, wit them tight chokers

Lip lock hoe's he got blowed and after that he toe dust

One single where you at?  Bitch hocus-pocus

So ya count is still tha brokest bitch, who tha dopiest

Now tell me



[Chorus: Havana]

How much you want me?

(Come on, come on)

How much you want me?

(Let me know, yeah)

How much you want me?

(How much you want me?)

How much you want me?

(What, what, what)

How much you want me?

(Yeah, what)

How much you want me?

(Like that y'all)

How much you want me?

(How much you want me?)

How much you want me?

(What)



[Havana]

While y'all bullshit on tracks and shit

Trying to stack a chip, here's a tip

Leave ya label cause them cats think you wack as shit

Tax write off, bite off the mack I'm packing wit

Blow ya lights off, I blink off like nothing happened bitch

Hidi feist macking shit, scorch you rappers wit

Real niggas that bang and forget names soon after it

Day calhoun activist, fuck all y'all actresses

Sharp as cactus is, y'all dark like  ??????

Have ya baby daddy stroke long on these mattresses

It's concealed like coke in packages, nigga what

See y'all aim, trigger stuck

Y'all duck, quick as fuck

I buck, hit you up, then ya crew picked you up

Watch how I stick ‘em up, sticking all you cock boys

Black guards wit silencers, killing all you clips noise

Bitch niggas, no poise, quick niggas East Troy

No shows just Burger King is where they be employed

And tell me



[Chorus:]



[Havana]

Cut y'all cats like swiss blades

Out the pictures wit no if, mays

Attract the eyes of many like my Fendi Swiss made

Y'all bitches game be thrift made, not even worth saying

Wrecking fools wit feed back not even worth playing

While I'm at the game, it's trick hoes, chest eat out

Looking g'ed out, living market spree out

Y'all Bill Gates in 98, window style shopping

Keep hope alive now ya third album dropping

Used to talk shit, but now ya shits flopping

Head high and shit had ya whole city jocking

Even wit a rocking chair, bitch you ain't rocking

Havana's tha shit, get the Champaign popping

And tell me



[Chorus]