holla at me lyrics – dj khaled

(feat. lil wayne, paul wall, fat joe, rick ross & pitbull)

[cool & dre]
this is…this is
this is…and he goes by the name of

[lil wayne]
yeah you got the right one, it’s weezy f*cking baby
and if your woman looking, i’ll let the woman taste me
okay now i’m with khaled, we whylin in miami
we got a bunch of b*tches, we pile ’em in the phantom
they follow us to mansion but i don’t mean the club
i’m talking bout my crib, mama i’m trying to f*ck
it’s cash money baby, it’s young money b*tch
now you can swallow that or you can suck a d*ck
okay, tell me sh*t, lil wayne f*ck a b*tch
lil’ n*gg*, big money, big gun full of that sh*t
n*gg* i ain’t will smith, nah, i ain’t a fresh prince
n*gg* i’m a young king, n*gg* i’m a bun b
yup, i go hard, ask my broad
miss stevie wonder, she ain’t looking at y’all (she can’t see)
the rest goes without me having to say
i say, go, go, go, go (dj)

[chorus: paul wall]
holla at me, what it do, what it is
you ain’t never seen a player like this (holla at me baby)
i’m a pimp, i’ll show her how i live
take her back then i put it in her wrist (holla at me baby)
i’m a monster, i do it real big
you ain’t never seen rocks like this (holla at me baby)
you can see me from a far i’m the sh*t
scream at me what it do, what it is (what it do)

[paul wall]
it’s paul wall baby, swishahouse club rocker
chunk a deuce, sip a deuce, pouring up big goose vodka
lone star beast straight up out the h
sure stopping all the hate, sipping on the ski taste
i got the ins on my tail, immigration still har*ss
’cause they see me in a foreign riding on a pointed gl*ss
getting cash is my number one task
until i’m under the gr*ss, that’s why i’m top of the cl*ss
i’m a grit boy looking for an *ss like ketoya
leave a b*tch back all nutty like almond joy
my boy toy ie got to sleep
and we got to see and who got the freaks?
beat it up like an *ss whipping
the alb*m dropped and there’s been a lot of *ss kissing
but i ain’t tripping, i’m trill
that’s why i’m posted with khaled ’cause he real one
a hundred baby like a bill, holla at me baby


[fat joe]
nah homie, you done got it f*cked up
you ain’t got as much money as us (nope)
we sent campbell in ’cause he got goggles on
and he’s pushing something far and it’s f*cked
now all i gotta do is push a little b*tton quick fast
and the chopper come out of the stash
yeah money ain’t jewels motherf*cker you lose
i’ll make you do the f*ck sean comb dance (follow me now)
who wanna come test the kid
have your baby mama bless the team
sh*t, i ain’t even know she could twerk it like that
she a motherf*cking s*x machine, holla at me baby


[rick ross]
stunting in a magnum riding with my hat low
forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes
dade county, represent, dopeboy ever since
know that i’ma veteran, million dollar residence
rick ross, big chips, ak’s, flip clips
off set rims on a rear six inch lips
started on the benches, rose through the trenches
now i’m the sh*t b*tch, go and check your senses
known for the benz’s, chrome on the bentleys
smoking on the mentleys, dade county, big cheese
flip soft, whip that, rick ross rip that
khaled go hard dawg, talk to ’em paul wall


it’s mr. 3-0-5 aka
mr. snort yay, spit rocks, made in dade
i owe my future to
last name campbell, first name luther
the gun shine stayed, well that should’ve
bought him the crib, what it do, what it is
bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where’s the lick?
that’s all we talk about, well welcome to the south
we in, get our bread then we out, no doubt
harlas and priests
these boys dirty, they’ll f*ck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
ahora loca, mueva la cadera, abre la boca aye viene la madera


/ dj khaled lyrics