Holla At Me (feat. Tyga)

[Chris Brown]

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's 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

Chorus (x2)

Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby

Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby

Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby

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

[Chris Brown]

A nigga beat (beat)

And shawty toot (toot)

Blowin' out there 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

Chorus (x2)

[Tyga]

(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

Chorus (x2)