Choppa

Choppa - Holla At Me lyrics

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[Hook - 4x]

Holla at me (holla at me), holla at me (holla at me)

Holla at me (holla at me), holla back at your boy

[Choppa]

Niggaz cash your checks, niggaz pop your X

Niggaz fuck the club, pass while you in your Vette

Niggaz fuck a hoe, cause you can't trust a hoe

Soon as she start tripping whoadie, get another hoe

Don't play no games boy, you know my name boy

Don't think cause this the New No Limit, we didn't change boy

We still will fuck you up, we still will hustle up

We still will put the drinks down, and we can knuckle up

I got a rowdy click, we do some rowdy shit

And plus I'm with the man, who created the Bout It shit

I'm from that 5-0-4, I let a top bitch know

I represent it to the finish, I ain't gon die no hoe

And my city keep it sizzling, so that fire I blow

Might catch a contact, if I drive by slow

With a tight grip, hand on the wheel of my tight whip

See me at the second line, and all them girls like this

[Hook - 4x]

[Choppa]

Holla pop your collar at me, playa throw a model at me

Thought you knew but now you know, I'm coming from that 5-0-4

Representing for that Boot, where we ain't afraid to shoot

Murder rate be sky high, and plus them boys be jacking too

Plus I'm from that Dirty South, where we put them birdies out

On the grind never sleep, plus we got a dirty mouth

But I was patient, and I was focused

And I was hungry, and look

Now that's why I stack money, like pancakes

Do shows and receive love, from my fan base

Now maybe it's the Jag, or maybe it's the grill

Naw, it's the seven figga million dollar deal

[Hook - 4x]

[Curren$y]

Niggaz know what's happening, when the dog swing through

With them 21 inch Giovanni's, under the coupe

I don't need, no introduction

All I need is a pen and a pad, and some nice production

I'm paid, so you know I'ma flaunt it

I do my cars, like supreme pizza I put everything on it

Cadillac truck, with them, spinning thangs on it

Curren$y flow hot, I bet anything on it

You dudes can't do, nothing with me

I spit sick, like a mosquito that had that West Nile bit me

Y'all dudes already know, how we do

And the whip surely ain't mine, if the windows see through

[Hook - 4x]

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