Fat Joe – Holla At Me Baby

Fat Joe

Artist: Fat Joe

Title: Holla At Me Baby

Album: Listennn… the Album
Released: 2006

Joseph Antonio Cartagena (born August 19, 1970), better known by his stage name Fat Joe, is an American rapper from the Bronx, New York. use this download link below to get this track from Fat Joe  which they title Holla At Me Baby and also use this link below to stream and download this song Holla At Me Baby by Fat Joe.

 

 

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Lyrics of Holla At Me Baby by Fat Joe

 

DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it’s Weezy fuckin’ baby
And if your woman lookin’, I’ll let the woman taste me
Okay now I’m with Khaled, we wilin’ in Miami
We got a bunch of bitches, we pile ’em in the Phantom
They follow us to mansion, but I don’t mean the club
I’m talking ’bout my crib, mama, I’m trying to fuck
It’s cash money baby, it’s young money, bitch
Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil’ nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain’t Will Smith, nah, I ain’t a Fresh Prince
Nigga I’m a young king, nigga I’m a Bun B
I go hard, ask my broad
Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain’t lookin’ at y’all (she can’t see)
The rest goes without me having to say
I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)
Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain’t never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I’m a pimp, 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?)
It’s Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker
Chunk a deuce, sip a deuce, pourin’ up the Goose vodka
Lone Star beast straight up out the H
Sure stoppin’ 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 ridin’ on imported glass
Gettin’ 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 lookin’ for an ass like Ketoy
Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy
My boy toy IE got to sleep and eat
Got the sweets and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like a ass whipping
The album dropped and there’s been a lot of ass kissing
But I ain’t trippin’, I’m trill
That’s why I’m postin’ with Khaled ’cause he real one
One hunnid, baby, like the bill
Holla at me baby
Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain’t never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I’m a pimp, 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? (Yeah, uh)
(What it do?) (Uh, yeah)
Nah homie, you done got it fucked up
You ain’t got as much money as us (nope)
We sent Campbell in ’cause he got goggles on
And he’s pushing something foreign as fuck (ow)
Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast
And the chopper come out of the stash
Yeah, money ain’t jewels, motherfucker you lose
I’ll make you do the fuckin’ Sean Combs dance, follow me now
Who wanna come test the kid?
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain’t even know she could twerk it like that
She a motherfuckin’ sex machine
Holla at me baby
Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain’t never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I’m a pimp, 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?)
Stuntin’ in a magnum, ridin’ with my hat low
Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes
Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since
Know that I’ma veteran, million dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I’m the shit bitch, go and check the census
Known for the Benz’s, chrome on the Bentley’s
Smokin’ on the mint leaves, Dade County big cheese
Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dog, talk to ’em, 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’m a pimp, 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?)
It’s Mr. 305, AKA
Mr. Snort Yay, Spit Rocks, Made in Dade
I owe my future to last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun-shine state where they shoot you
Bought him the crib, what it 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 the bread, then we out, no doubt
Harlas and preachers, these boys dirty
They’ll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Ahora loca, mueve la cadera
Abre la boca why viene la madera
Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain’t never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I’m a pimp, 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?)

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