Lyrics:
pu!) {Let me holla at 'em}
I'm tryna Make it (yeah! yeah!)
I got a... yeah, I got it woo woo woo
I am a King come kiss the ring, humble yourself in my
the ride looking with an evil eye
Looking at your face baby I can read your mind
Even by my side niggas tryna play me right
Each bullet in the clip it spell
the back and fourth to court
So I'm backing off this ain't full court basketball
All the drama that some girls bring don't follow that
Holla at me swallow
to the those cute, phat, tight, black jeans
Tell you girl you look so phat
I could tell by the way you stare at a playa
I'm a get ya number, Holla at you later
niggas said you need to holla, b
Rus please tell 'em he don't wanna holla, b
Tell these niggas they don't really want no problems ,b
I'm too busy stackin'
Don't holla at me
I be boxed in
I don't want DMs, 'are you okay's lemme revel in my feelings
Let my conscience and Biscotti drive me round
you
Ain't bother dropping by
They warned me not to trust
In strangers but to you I fold
In a pretty hot summer
You stay acting cold
But I'ma do it
to the greats
I'm taking my belt
Ain't no motivation living life for wealth
Ain't no constellation make my future go years by
Its like glass to the globe like
orthodox
If I gotta holla at you
That's a 2-1-2
That's a 2-1-2
Tellin' me I can't get wealthy
I'm lookin' at you like, who are you
I'm leavin' my tag
them Porsches too nigga
Back to back you bitch ass niggaz, Yea!
We got money nigga
Holla at me you bitch ass niggaz
I hate ya' niggaz man, aha
I
last night changed it all"
Holla at me in the late night!
"Last night"
"I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be"
?
what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up
Heavenly Father may I holla
Could be an organ donor
The way I give up my heart, but
Never know because - shit, I never tell her!
Ask me about my feelings I'd holla' that it's
back and I was gon' flop
Now we on top like dog I told ya
(Take it all you need me)
M holla what's good miss ride out
Let these motherfuckers
Know
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
My mama send me by
Now of course the gold is the goal
now let me share goals to reach the gold
Gold's the goal gold's goal gold's the goal
Gold's the goal gold's goal
me say your name poppy
When you hear me holla' don't stoppy
Want you to try to wear that thang' out
Baby can we bang out?
I like them kind
it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway,
hand none niggaz no credit, you see I'm iller than most
I'm kinda illy with the hands, but I'm iller with toast
My guns go pow, so how you like me now?
track.
And me I run Toronto holla at me when you done laps.
Roll around with nikko, party with a zukka.
Shot goes out the wonder, shot goes out
[Chorus]
Where my bitches that would freak wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
How many my niggas that would row wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
Where my
that too
Oh for real, yup
Aiight
Yo let me tell you a story
Aiight bruh, for sure
(I got way too many chicks)
Check it out bruh
(I got way too
The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon
And the rock is all stashed up
Roll up a little diesel, keep it hashed up
Then +Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is
to call you, comin' through,
Me and you, I had to holla,
I'm 'bout to shoot through there right now, dig
Girl hook up the phone, pick it up quick
It's
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