Holla
Holla
Holla
Ah, ah
Holla
Holla
Ah, ah
Holla
Holla
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Holla
Holla
Big boys holla
Give me all your dollah
You can try to take me
Imma dodge your impala
Yeah, dog no collah
Spit, no swallow
When I walk into the room
You better clap bitch, brava
I pull up in your proda
I meet your dad in the sauna
He give me the racks
Call me princess Kitana, yeah
Now you wanna holla
Now you wanna toss another dollah?
Holla
(Word)
Word!
(Ah, ah)
Holla
(Ah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Holla
Ain't it strange how this sounds so liquid
I hit em' with the flow so sick and so addictive
Ain't it strange how this sounds so liquid
I hit em' with the-
Hit em' with the-
Hit em' with the-
(Ura ura)
Ain't it strange how this sounds so liquid
I hit em' with the flow so sick and so addictive
Ain't it strange how this sounds so liquid
I hit em' with the-
Hit em' with the-
Hit em' with the-
Liquid
Hit them from the back
Yeah they like it like that
If you put me on track
Imma put you on a map
We going to sell out arenas out in 20 seconds flat
Hit my line if your going to blow a stack
Yeah, i'm a rum shakin' taste
Make it heat up in the streets
Got them sizzlin' like some bacon
Yeah, if you see a bitch, holla
Walk into the room you gonna clap bitch
Holl-
(Ah)
(Ah)
Ah
Yeah, yeah
Holla
(Ah)
Holla
(Ah)
Holla
(Ah)
Holla
Walk into the room you gonna clap bitch-
Holla
Holla
Holla
Holla
Holla
Ah, ah
Holla
Holla
Ah, ah, ah
Holla
Ah, ah
Holla
Holla
Ah, ah
Holla
Holla
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Holla
Holla
Big boys holla
Give me all your dollah
You can try to take me
Imma dodge your impala
Yeah, dog no collah
Spit, no swallow
When I walk into the room
You better clap bitch, brava
I pull up in your proda
I meet your dad in the sauna
He give me the racks
Call me princess Kitana, yeah
Now you wanna holla
Now you wanna toss another dollah?
Holla
(Word)
Word!
(Ah, ah)
Holla
(Ah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Holla
Ain't it strange how this sounds so liquid
I hit em' with the flow so sick and so addictive
Ain't it strange how this sounds so liquid
I hit em' with the-
Hit em' with the-
Hit em' with the-
(Ura ura)
Ain't it strange how this sounds so liquid
I hit em' with the flow so sick and so addictive
Ain't it strange how this sounds so liquid
I hit em' with the-
Hit em' with the-
Hit em' with the-
Liquid
Hit them from the back
Yeah they like it like that
If you put me on track
Imma put you on a map
We going to sell out arenas out in 20 seconds flat
Hit my line if your going to blow a stack
Yeah, i'm a rum shakin' taste
Make it heat up in the streets
Got them sizzlin' like some bacon
Yeah, if you see a bitch, holla
Walk into the room you gonna clap bitch
Holl-
(Ah)
(Ah)
Ah
Yeah, yeah
Holla
(Ah)
Holla
(Ah)
Holla
(Ah)
Holla
Walk into the room you gonna clap bitch-
Holla
Holla
Holla
Holla
Holla
Ah, ah
Holla
Holla
Ah, ah, ah
Credits
Writer(s): Martin Staaf, Brandon Wisinski
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