Paul Wall: Holla at me

[Lil Wayne]Yeah you got the right one, It's Weezy Fuckin BabyAnd if your woman lookin, I'll let the woman taste meOkay now I'm with Khaled, we wilyn in MiamiWe got a bunch of bitches, we pile em in the phantomThey follow us to Mansion but I don't mean the clubI'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to fuckIt's Cash Money Baby, It's Young Money BiatchNow you can swallow that or you can suck a dickOkay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitchLil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shitNigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh princeNigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun BYup, I go hard, ask my broadMiss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin at y'all (She can't see)The rest goes without me having to sayI say, go, go, go, go (DJ)[Chorus: Paul Wall]Holla at me, What it do, What it isYou ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me baby)I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I liveTake her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)I'm a monster, I do it real bigYou ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)You can see me from a far I'm the shitScream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do)[Paul Wall]It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rockerChunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pourin up big goose vodkaLone star beast straight up out the HSure stoppin all the hate, sippin on the ski tasteI got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harassCause they see me in a foriegn ridin on a pointed glassGettin cash is my number one taskUntil I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the classI'm a grit boy lookin for an ass like KetoyaLeave a bitch back all nutty like Almond JoyMy boy Toy I E got to sleepAnd we got to see and who got the freaks?Beat it up like an ass whippingThe album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissingBut I ain't trippin, I'm trillThat's why I'm posted with Khaled cause he real oneA hundred baby like a bill, Holla at me baby[Chorus][Fat Joe]Nah homie, you done got it fucked upYou ain't got as much money as us (Nope)We sent Campbell in cause he got goggles onand he's pushing something far and it's fuckedNow all I gotta do is push a little button quick fastAnd the chopper come out of the stashYeah money ain't jewels motherfucker you loseI'll make you do the Fuck Sean Comb dance (Follow me now)Who wanna come test the kidHave your baby mama bless the teamShit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like thatShe a motherfuckin sex machine, Holla at me baby[Chorus][Rick Ross]Stuntin in a magnum ridin with my hat lowForty-five magnum, barrel full of air holesDade County, represent, Dopeboy ever sinceKnow that I'ma veteran, Million dollar presidentRick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clipsOff set rims on a rear six inch lipsStarted on the benches, rose through the trenchesNow I'm the shit bitch, go and check your sensesKnown for the benz's, Chrome on the bentleysSmokin on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheeseFlip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip thatKhaled go hard dawg, talk to em Paul Wall[Chorus][Pitbull]It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.AMr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in dayI owe my future toLast name Campbell, first name LutherThe gun shine stayed, well that shouldaBought him the crib, what it do, what it isBust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick?That's all we talk about, well welcome to the southWe in, get our bread then we out, no doubtHarlas and priestsThese boys dirty, they'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and niecesAhora loca, Mueve la cardera, Abre la voca, Alli Viene la Madera[Chorus]