Holla At Me f/ Birdman & Jazze Pha - Rasheeda, 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