Holla Holla Ja Rule

[Chorus]
(Holla, holla)
All my niggas that's ready to get (dollars, dollars)
Bitches know who can get 'em a little (hotter, hotter)
Come on, if you rollin' with me (follow, follow)
It's Murda..
(Holla, holla)
All my niggas that's ready to get (dollars, dollars)
Bitches know who can get 'em a little (hotter, hotter)
Come on, if you rollin' with me (follow, follow)
It's Murda..

[Verse 1]
Think you fuckin' with Ja, Nada
Watcha wanna go dollar for dollar? (Holla, holla)
My niggas is (hotter, hotter)
Fucks plenty bitches, and dug ditches for petty niggas
You look in me eyes and tell me they style ain't ridiculous
(Bitches, bitches) Pop da pussy and bounce like (hit it, hit it)
Sure if your favorite is long (get it, get it) baby, baby
Don't you wanna leave tonight and fuck with me?
'Cause we really need to be freaking off at any cost
It's on me, if you married, then get a divorce
When I hits it, some women get twisted
Have em' twitchin', like, "Damn look what the dick did"
I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day
And put the puss on lay-a-way, heard me?
I'm that, dirty nigga that get you hot, and heated
Baby girl, if you want it as bad as you need it