holla at a playa (remix)
Singer:jae millz
holla holla holla at a playa
holla holla holla at a playa
you can go and tell them other boys not to bother
it's the remix and i'm back with dr. carter
we talking millions in that six duece inch navy blue mercedes
oh you ain't know it's young molla baby
your boyfriend is a toyfriend
he ain't getting no paper
run and tell him later then holla at a playa
if you getting money blow that sour in the ayer
you wish you were the hottest on your side of the equator
ya that's the superman we call it the lago
g star car goes boot us outta stars yo
that boy ain't getting char bro
i hit the gears operation where the fuck the car go
i'm the dawg now with stars like tony r.o.m.o. it's the remix but i been dope
now if you seen me in the coupe and the wrist ice blue
if you trying to get it like me i'm a tell ya what to do
now mami if you with your man and he got cuffs on your hand
when he slipping turn his head
i'm a tell ya what's the plan
ok baby i'm the shit so can you bring me some tissha
air freshener but bitch i'm fresha
i can get ya girl to come and kiss me on the pisser
get her outta clothes and get her pussy to take a picta
boy i clap like hurricane chrisa
who the hell is a well paid nigga
d wayne carter but you can call me mista
d wayne carter i got my shit in order
when i say overtime i don't mean to flip quarter
cause i ain't playing games in em
and i ain't saying names and if i ever say a name it would be benjamin frank
got some under the bed put some money on your head
new orleans eastside blood gang
all red all yellow cornbread fall back
am i rollin ya bitch i might be
sleep with the nina like i'm cheating on wifey
millz had to tell me to stop recycling verses and since i don't write it
if you see me when you see me say you see me hey wayne
like you got 4 seats at a basketball game
holla at a playa but if you a faker
holla at me neighbor don't holla at my neighbor neighbor ya
holla at a playa but don't scream at me
you don't wanna get whipped
so throw some cream at me
whipped cream guts in the whip that's
i'm a muthafucka but i ain't meeting karen
v cal looking like it's from another planet
my diamonds like chris brown
they can't stop em from dancing
they just show off wall to wall they go off
get how you live or die trying
high robin don't have an eye problem
pistol on my hip i got a thigh problem
rock ya hips crime mob em
and let em boy know you would time bomb em
straight osam em treat em like hillary
i'm a a up town problem nigga
i come from the bottom the dirty below
and i'm from up top with armed verses
and in case ya don't know
i'm the newest on that young money team
and i'm gonna bring that nigga weezy mad more cream
now if you seen me in the coupe and the wrist ice blue
if you trying to get it like me i'm a tell ya what to do
now mami if you with your man and he got cuffs on your hand
when he slipping turn his head
i'm a tell ya what's the plan
holla holla holla at a playa
holla holla holla at a playa