DJ Khaled — Holla at Me

[Intro: DJ Khaled] DJ Khaled! Terror Squad! And he goes by the name of... Listennn! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] You got the right one (Yeah), it's Weezy Fuckin' Baby (Yeah) And if your woman looking (Yeah), I'll let the woman taste me (Yeah) Okay, now I'm with Khaled (Yeah), we wildin' in Miami (Yeah) We got a bunch of bitches (C'mon), we pile 'em in the Phantom (Yeah) They follow us to "mansion" (Gone), but I don't mean the club (Uh-uh) I'm talking 'bout my crib (Yeah)—mama, I'm trying to fuck (Whoa) It's Cash Money, baby (Yeah), It's Young Money, bitch (Yeah) Now you can swallow that (Whoa) or you can suck a dick (Damn) Okay, Tunnel shit, Lil Wayne, fuck a bitch (C'mon) Lil' nigga, big money, big guns for lil' shit (C'mon) Nigga, I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't a Fresh Prince (Uh-uh) Nigga, I'm a young king, nigga, I'm a Bun B (Yeah) I go hard, ask my broad (Yeah) Ms. Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin at y'all (She can't see you) The rest goes without me having to say I say, "Go, go, a-go, go—" (DJ!) [Chorus: Paul Wall] Hanh, holla at me, what it do, what it is You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me, baby) I'ma pimp her, I'll show her how I live Take her back, then I put it in her ribs (Holla at me, baby) I'm a monster, I do it real big You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me, baby) You can see it from afar, I'm the shit Scream at me, what it do, what it is (What it do) [Verse 2: Paul Wall] It's— Paul Wall, baby, Swishahouse club rocker Chunk a deuce, sip a deuce, pouring up the Goose vodka Lone Star beast, straight up out the H Sure stopping all the hate, sippin on the ski taste I got the INS on my tail, Immigration still harass 'Cause they see me in a foreign, riding on imported glass Getting cash is my number-one task Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class I'm a GRiT Boy looking for a ass like Ki Toy Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy My boy Joey I.E. got the sweet And Neek got the Sweets, and Gu got the freaks Beat it up like a ass-whipping The album dropped, and it's been a lot of ass-kissing But I ain't tripping, I'm trill That's why I'm posted with Khaled, 'cause he the real One hundred, baby, like a bill—holla at me, baby [Chorus: Paul Wall, Fat Joe, & Both] Holla at me, what it do, what it is You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me, baby, Khaled!) I'ma pimp her, I'll show her how I live (Khaled!) Take her back, then I put it in her ribs (Holla at me, baby, oww!) I'm a monster, I do it real big (Ugh) You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me, baby) You can see it from afar, I'm the shit (Yeah, ugh) Scream at me, what it do, what it is (What it do, ugh, yeah) [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Nah, homie, you done got it fucked up You ain't got as much money as us (Nope, nope) We sent Campbell in 'cause he got goggles on And he pushing something foreign as fuck (Oww!) Now, all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast And the chopper come out of the stash (Br-r-rat!) Yeah, money ain't jewels, motherfucker, you lose I'll make you do the fucking Sean Combs dance (Follow me now) Who wan' come test the king? Have your baby ma' bless the team (Mmm-mwah!) Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that She a motherfucking sex machine—holla at me, baby (Oww!) [Chorus: Paul Wall] Holla at me, what it do, what it is You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me, baby) I'ma pimp her, I'll show her how I live Take her back, then I put it in her ribs (Holla at me, baby) I'm a monster, I do it real big You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me, baby) You can see it from afar, I'm the shit Scream at me, what it do, what it is (What it do) [Verse 4: Rick Ross] Stunting in a Magnum, riding with my hat low Forty-five Magnum, barrel full of airholes Dade County (Represent), dope boy (Ever since) Know that I'm a (Veteran), million-dollar (Residence) Rick Ross (Big chips), AKs (Flip clips) Offset rims; on the rear, six-inch lips Started on the (Benches), rose through the (Trenches) Now, I'm the shit, bitch, go and check your (Census) Known for the (Benzes), chrome on the Bentleys Smoking on the (Mint leaves), then counting big cheese Flip soft (Whip that), Rick Ross (Whip that) Khaled go hard, dog—talk to 'em, Paul Wall [Chorus: Paul Wall & Pitbull] Holla at me, what it do, what it is You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me, baby) I'ma pimp her, I'll show her how I live Take her back, then I put it in her ribs (Holla at me, baby) I'm a monster, I do it real big You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me, baby) You can see it from afar, I'm the shit (EEEE-YUUU!) Scream at me, what it do, what it is (What it do) [Verse 5: Pitbull] It's Mr. 305, AKA— Mr. Snort Yay', Spit Rocks, Made in Dade I owe my future: the last name Campbell, first name Luther The Gunshine State, where they shoot you The bottom, the crib, what they do (What it is) Bust a clip (Flip a brick)—"Hey, buddy, where's the lick?" "That's all we talk about?" Well, welcome to the South We in, get our bread, then we out, no doubt, huh 'Palas and 'prices (Haha); these boys dirty They fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces Ahora, loca, mueva la cadera Abre la boca y viene la madera (Woo!) [Chorus: Paul Wall] Holla at me, what it do, what it is You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me, baby) I'ma pimp her, I'll show her how I live Take her back, then I put it in her ribs (Holla at me, baby) I'm a monster, I do it real big You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me, baby) You can see me from afar I'm the shit Scream at me, what it do, what it is (What it do)