IamSU! - Holla At The Kid lyrics
rate meI 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 all the night
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 birthday cups, that’s what keeps me up
Pre-Hook:
What’s happenin? I’m makin
That money I’m stackin,
You know that I’m ballin
And you hate it but don’t fold it and she shakin
Hook:
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
Holla at the kid
Yep, it’s what it do not what it did
Uh, I’ve been in here for all the years
Bloodshed and the tears
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, yea
Pre-Hook:
What’s happenin? I’m makin
That money I’m stackin,
You know that I’m ballin
And you hate it but don’t fold it and she shakin
Hook:
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 air fleet
Know I’m getting bucks like my middle name cashcrete
You ain’t gotta aks, except for young girl I’m past it
You hit that pussy once and pass her off like bitch you last week
Go ahead 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, you know me then
Why you busy speakin on me? I proceed to check these racks
Uh, you forgot me, I’ma 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
Pre-Hook:
What’s happenin? I’m makin
That money I’m stackin,
You know that I’m ballin
And you hate it but don’t fold it and she shakin
Hook:
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
