Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holla At Me f/ Birdman & Jazze Pha, artist - Rasheeda. Album song Dat Type of Gurl, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1899
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Unknown At Takeon
Song language: English
Holla At Me f/ Birdman & Jazze Pha |
Yeah |
Holla at Bird Beezy, baby |
J Pheezy |
Where Rasheezy at, nigga? |
We gon do this like this nigga, come on |
A pimp, a hustler, a gangster, a thug |
Money dealer buy out the club |
Hit the kitchen and the oven, show the block mo' love |
Cooking up 50 bricks for them thugs |
It’s Birdman bitch, with a strap and a plug |
So fly and the Bentley on dubs |
Gucci her down, Rasheeda my round |
You fuck with her bad, we tear up the town |
Do it for the R, with the rocks and pounds |
Rocket turn the smile to a frown |
Shoot a hundred, bet a thousand, let’s bet some |
Better house, better whip, connect something |
Jazze Pheezy, Bird Beezy, baby |
In the Bentley raw blue, baby |
Rasheeda I take ya to the car lot |
Cop a whip, you the braud from my own block |
Gotta love money, holla at me |
If you ride with your honey, holla at me |
If you really wanna ball, holla at me |
We can tear down the mall, holla at me |
I can parking lot pimp, holla at me |
With the lobster and shrimp, holla at me |
Wanna buy out the bar, holla at me |
Won’t sleep till we fall, holla at me |
Who’s that chick in the new GT? |
Shoes Jimmy Chews, jeans Franky B |
Now that’s fly, just call me the boss |
Gotta love a chicc who can show you how to floss |
And as far as your man goes |
I don’t want him till he gets enough zeros |
I keep it G on deck |
Do away with a lame like a badass cheque |
And happy meals, I don’t do that |
4 stars plus, homeboy I thought you knew that |
Keep the bongo, I rock Bagari |
You hoppin' in the cab while I hop in my Pharrari |
Gotta love money, holla at me |
If you ride with your honey, holla at me |
If you really wanna ball, holla at me |
We can tear down the mall, holla at me |
I can parking lot pimp, holla at me |
With the lobster and shrimp, holla at me |
Wanna buy out the bar, holla at me |
Won’t sleep till we fall, holla at me |
What you got inside that Gucci purse? |
I love the name, but I’d rather have a coochie first |
This my Gucci, and that’s your Prada |
That’s my daddy, and that’s my mama |
I’m in the alligator shoes, with the belt to match |
A pimp can’t lose, I’m a certified |
$ 24k on a flee boy rack |
With the diamond in the back, diamond in the back, diamond in the back |
Said 200 rocks with the four foot screen |
Came a long way from the 215 |
Rasheeda, J Pheezy, Number 1 Stunna |
28's on the hummer |
Now give it up to the number one drummer |
Mannie Fresh, Jazze Pha, 20 more summers |
Yello ice on my wrist and my watch |
Turn around baby, and drop it like it’s hot |
Gotta love money, holla at me |
If you ride with your honey, holla at me |
If you really wanna ball, holla at me |
We can tear down the mall, holla at me |
I can parking lot pimp, holla at me |
With the lobster and shrimp, holla at me |
Wanna buy out the bar, holla at me |
Won’t sleep till we fall, holla at me |