Holla at Me Choppa (Ft. Curren$y)

[Hook - 4x]
Holla at me (holla at me), holla at me (holla at me)
Holla at me (holla at me), holla back at your boy

[Choppa]
Niggas cash your checks, niggas pop your X
Niggas fuck the club, pass while you in your Vette
Niggas fuck a hoe, cause you can't trust a hoe
Soon as she start tripping whoadie, get another hoe
Don't play no games boy, you know my name boy
Don't think cause this the New No Limit, we didn't change boy
We still will fuck you up, we still will hustle up
We still will put the drinks down, and we can knuckle up
I got a rowdy click, we do some rowdy shit
And plus I'm with the man, who created the Bout It shit
I'm from that 5-0-4, I let a top bitch know
I represent it to the finish, I ain't gon die no hoe
And my city keep it sizzling, so that fire I blow
Might catch a contact, if I drive by slow
With a tight grip, hand on the wheel of my tight whip
See me at the second line, and all them girls like this

[Hook - 4x]

[Choppa]
Holla pop your collar at me, playa throw a model at me
Thought you knew but now you know, I'm coming from that 5-0-4
Representing for that Boot, where we ain't afraid to shoot
Murder rate be sky high, and plus them boys be jacking too
Plus I'm from that Dirty South, where we put them birdies out
On the grind never sleep, plus we got a dirty mouth
But I was patient, and I was focused
And I was hungry, and look
Now that's why I stack money, like pancakes
Do shows and receive love, from my fan base
Now maybe it's the Jag, or maybe it's the grill
Naw, it's the seven figga million dollar deal