Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holla at the Kid, artist - Mike-Dash-EDate of issue: 04.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Holla at the Kid |
| I don’t walk through the front no more |
| Let me and all my niggas through the back |
| Girl you ain’t gotta front no more |
| When you see me you know you don’t know how to act |
| I’m a heartbreak gangsta |
| And I’m one of the realest niggas in the world |
| And you know that I’m a bachelor |
| Leave her alone, you know I’m goin to take yo girl |
| Switch up baby, work that body like a 9 to 5 |
| Talk bout money, we seein' eye to eye |
| Had one way back up, but no valley high |
| And the way I’m ballin, call me Allen Eye |
| First I’m comin up at the risin' |
| Stand up, what is this the surprise? |
| Said I’m the realest one rhyming |
| Since we gots to blow right by 'em |
| No lyin, niggas be playin but they can’t keep up |
| Nice but, D cups, that’s what keeps me up |
| What’s happenin'? |
| I’m mackin' |
| That money, I’m stackin' |
| You know that I’m ballin' |
| And you hate it, but don’t folla, and she shakin' |
| Go 'head and work that shit, girl work that shit |
| Girl work that shit, girl work that shit |
| Girl work that shit, girl work that shit |
| Girl work that shit, girl work that shit |
| Holla at the kid |
| Yep, it’s what it do, not what it did |
| Uh, I’ve been in here for hella years |
| Bloodshed and the tears, uh |
| My family came from the Riches, yep |
| I only came for the bitches, uh |
| And I don’t fuck around with snitches, uh |
| Best believe they get stitches |
| Or fuck around and die, nigga I’m fly, yep |
| And I ain’t never had to lie, uh |
| Why would I only want a slice? |
| When I could have the whole pie |
| Yep! |
| Real nigga what’s happenin'? |
| You know I’m packin' what you lackin' uh |
| I’m tryna get this shit smackin' |
| Smoking loud, my nigga brought the whole package, yeah |
| What’s happenin'? |
| I’m makin' |
| That money I’m stackin' |
| You know that I’m ballin' |
| And you hate it but don’t follla and she shakin' |
| Go ahead and work that shit, girl work that shit |
| Girl work that shit, girl work that shit |
| Girl work that shit, girl work that shit |
| Girl work that shit, girl work that shit |
| Work it like a pro |
| Baby fuck me like an athelete |
| Know I’m getting bucks like my middle name Cashcrete |
| You ain’t gotta asks, except for young girl I’m past it |
| You hit that pussy once and pass her off like bitch you last week |
| Go 'head and holla at the kid, holla at the man |
| I’m throwin up my 3, I’m rappin 3 up every track |
| Middle finger to these haters tryna plot, on me back |
| Why you busy speakin' on me? |
| I proceed to check these racks |
| Ooooh, you forgot me, I’m a wake you up |
| My name been ringin' since the day’s up |
| Turn around, turn around, ain’t no breakin' up |
| Busy ridin' dollar, stayin' far away from takin' fucks |
| Now it’s time to take my cut, everything you put in bricks |
| Money money money, all I’m seein' in my vision stuck |
| Prophecy position, intuition never changing up |
| Like every day my work, man I’m takin' up |
| AYE! |