Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holla Then, artist - Meet Sims. Album song CR5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TRMG
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 |