Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holla Then, artist - Meet Sims. Date of issue: 12.01.2015
Song language: English
Holla Then |
| Walked in this bitch and tossed a hundred bands up |
| I just blew a check |
| Nigga talking money but they never saying nothing |
| Young nigga laughing to the bank |
| She ain’t tryna fuck, tell her holler then |
| They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then |
| Never talking much, tell em holler then |
| Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then |
| Both hands, my Vs up, ain’t talking bout Virginia |
| Wide body, they freeze up, slide with something slender nigga |
| Drink when I want, smoke when I want |
| If you stick to the script, how you change up the story |
| Alligator my watch, call it crocodile dungeon |
| Your bitch stay on the jock, like the hand of Al Bundy |
| Nigga dripping in water, neck’s all frigid |
| VH1, E channel, know you see us on TV |
| From the bleachers they watching, Porsche Julio Chavez |
| Shawty hit the club, tell the DJ go and play my shit |
| From the bleachers they watching, Porsche Julio Chavez |
| Shawty hit the club, tell the DJ go and play my shit |
| Walked in this bitch and tossed 100 bands up |
| I just blew a check |
| Nigga talking money but they never saying nothing |
| Young nigga laughing to the bank |
| She ain’t tryna fuck, tell her holler then |
| They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then |
| Never talking much, tell em holler then |
| Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then |
| Hate to fall from this height, bounce back |
| Take a selfie in the mirror and shawty make it bounce back |
| Versace on my face cause the coupe from space |
| And this bitch is all white like heaven, open up the gates |
| So before you drop it boil in the water like the eye |
| Got a main bitch and another on the side |
| Four car garage, which one I’ll decide |
| Fuck up out my dope house, hurry up and buy |
| Nigga think it’s 7:30, we be 7:45 |
| Young nigga spending money we gone blow it every time |
| Nigga think it’s 7:30, we be 7:45 |
| Young nigga spending money we gone blow it every time |
| Walked in this bitch and tossed 100 bands up |
| I just blew a check |
| Nigga talking money but they never saying nothing |
| Young nigga laughing to the bank |
| She ain’t tryna fuck, tell her holler then |
| They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then |
| Never talking much, tell em holler then |
| Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then |