CHRIS BROWN, TYGA - Holla At Me lyrics

rate me

Uh, Boom, Boom

We ballin' in the room

Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom

Knockin' niqqaz over, call me bulldozer,

One more drink for these hoes and it's over,

Cause I'm a strike that, something like a cobra

I know she want my venom, but I ain't gon' leave it in her

And right after I get her, she know she with a winner

And we straight to the crib, I ain't takin' her to dinner

Ha, Nigga look at my jewels

Aviator shades I ain't lookin' at you

Ah chu, bless me twice

Be a rich nigga I be shitin' on your life

Magazine covers, magnem rubbers

I mean magnum, I don't fuck with stragglers,

Niggaz want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards

Did you check the caption? Lights camera, action

Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby,

I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2)

A nigga beep, beep

And shawty toot, toot

Blowin' out they brains, car need a new roof

Lookin' like a superstar, when I roll through

And shawty I'm the truth, so mama what it do?

Now let's ride out, ain't no trippin'

When we dippin' to my hide-out,

Big dipper cause you sippin' on my bottle

Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models,

Now let's get it like

Low fitted it

If you done it

Then I did it

If you kick it

Then I'm with it

We can do this shit all night

Your minute don't compare to my limit

When I'm in it

And I get it

I'm a give it to you all night,

I'm the shit

Yeah I go hard,

Don't stand in lines nigga I bogart

Fat boy celebrity cause I'm so large

And don't need no battery cause I'm in charge

Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby,

I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up

(Ha)

I'm hot mo'fucka, get a plate bitch

Don't say shit, get your face-lift

Rose rich let tha champagne drip,

Niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit

Get it back,

Give it back

Ain't 'bout shit,

Snap back them ain't even rare, where the tag at?,

Wack-ass all up in my ear bitch bag back,

I bag bad bitches mothafuck a Kat Stacks,

Yellow nigga, no cabs

Got the phantom out, no mats,

Get your camera out uh, one flash,

Hot beams steady shot clap your ass,

Aww, T. raw I'm so ahh,

Loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog,

Patron top wash straight from the liquor store,

I'm turnt up I can't feel my face... so

Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby,

I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up

Hey

Thanks to Diamondz for correcting these lyrics