Headie One & Luciano – Cloud Lyrics

Headie One & Luciano – Cloud Lyrics

Cloud Lyrics By Headie One & Luciano

[Intro]
(Geenaro)
(So, I’m going to Ghana)

[Chorus: Headie One & Luciano]
Send the shoota, that’s man down (Man down)
We the realest, that’s hands down (Hands down)
I got euros, I got pounds (Both)
It’s the currency I can’t count (Turn)
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah
Penthouse groß, Downtown
Mach’ Blue Cheese, ich leb’ mein’n Traum
Send the shoota, that’s man down (Man down)
We the realest, that’s hands down (Hands down)
I got euros, I got pounds (Both)
That’s the currency I can’t count (Turn)
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah
Penthouse groß, Downtown
Mach’ Blue Cheese, ich lеb’ mein’n Traum

[Verse 1: Luciano]
Mein Schatz auf Backseat (Brr)
Jеden Tag Top-Gyals stalken mein Insta (Du-ru)
Forty-two Cocktail, Loco bleibt Block-Life
Immer wach Midnight (Yeah), immer noch Street-Life (Yeah)
Girl, vroom-vroom, ah (Negro)
Escalade Chevy (Mwuah)
Boss-Mode, gib mir mein’n Henny (Mwuah)
Connect Headie (Hueh)
Rich Gang blessed, Bitch, nenn mich Daddy
[?] Katana, zu scharf
Mit mei’m Babygirl nachts im Delilah Dinner (Brra)
Steak auf mei’m Teller, bezahl’ mit der Black Amex
Trotzdem die Taschen voll Cash (Yeah)
Ich bin da, wo du nicht bist (Yeah)
Sitz’ auf dem Platz, da, wo du nicht sitzt (Yeah)
Loco-Attack, machen Movies, Bitch (Yeah)
Fokussiert, das, was du nicht bist (Yeah)
Poppy’s Club, Los Angeles
30k für Belvedere (Flex)
Puto, mach Platz, denn der Finisher kommt
Aura im Club, Don Julio Don (Drr)
Poppy’s Club, Los Angeles
30k für Belvedere
Puto, mach Platz, denn der Finisher kommt
Aura im Club, Don Julio Don (Mwuah)

[Chorus: Headie One & Luciano]
Send the shoota, that’s man down (Man down)
We the realest, that’s hands down (Hands down)
I got euros, I got pounds (Both)
It’s the currency I can’t count (Turn)
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah
Penthouse groß, Downtown
Mach’ Blue Cheese, ich leb’ mein’n Traum
Send the shoota, that’s man down (Man down)
We the realest, that’s hands down (Hands down)
I got euros, I got pounds (Both)
That’s the currency I can’t count (Turn)
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah
Penthouse groß, Downtown
Mach’ Blue Cheese, ich leb’ mein’n Traum

[Verse 2: Headie One]
Im countin’ this C.R.E.A.M., no Nivia (Yeah)
It’s a infrared beam to hit him up (Turn)
It’s hustle, I just can’t give it up (No)
I fly overseas, I lift it up (Turn)
I was in Feltham, gettin’ it crackin’
Had the govs tryna bend me up (Su-su)
Now I’m in the stu’ with Luciano (Su, su-su-suu)
Is it Hennessy, Sprite or 7UP?
I was dead broke
Wanted to run me a band like the girls in Set It Off
Had to get that pole
I weren’t tryna die in the field like Stiliyan Petrov (No)
Out in the T with both (Turn)
The best other went upsuh and gave pole (Turn)
A headlock, I marry the streets
Went like I went uptown and bring fizz like coke and mentos (Yeah, yeah)
Question? (Told me turn)
I know you rap, but was you out doin’ drills before the genre?
In the cold sales on the Bailey
I was seventeen goin’ under
Feelin’ like some vender (Yo)
Ain’t it funny how things change?
I’m uptown, eatin’ sea bass with a little black pepper (One)

[Chorus: Headie One & Luciano]
Send the shoota, that’s man down (Man down)
We the realest, that’s hands down (Hands down)
I got euros, I got pounds (Both)
It’s the currency I can’t count (Turn)
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, ya
Penthouse, groß, Downtown
Mach’ Blue-Cheese, ich leb’ mein’n Traum
Send the shoota, that’s man down (Man down)
We the realest, that’s hands down (Hands down)
I got euros, I got pounds (Both)
That’s the currency I can’t count (Turn)
We the drillas, we got clout
We got dollars, we got sauce, ya
Penthouse, groß, Downtown
Mach’ Blue-Cheese, ich leb’ mein’n Traum