Holla at the Kid - Mike-Dash-E, Iamsu!, Jay Ant

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!