Video Holla At Me Ft Tyga de Chris Brown 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Chris Brown - Holla At Me Ft Tyga Lyrics

[Chris Brown]
Uh, Boom, Boom
We ballin' in the room
Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom
Knockin' niqqaz over, call me bulldozer
One more drink for these hoes and it's over
'Cause I'm a strike that's something like a cobra
I know she want my venom, but I ain't gon' leave it in her
And right after I get her, she know she with a winner
And we straight to the crib, I ain't takin' her to dinner
(Ha) Nigga look at my jewels
Aviator shades I ain't lookin' at you
Ah chu, bless me twice
Be a rich nigga I be shitin' on your life
Magazine covers, magnem rubbers
I mean magnum, I don't fuck with stragglers
Niggaz want drama
Gangsta Grillz bastards
Did you check the caption?
Lights, camera, action

Chorus (x2)
Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby
Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby
Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up

[Chris Brown]
A nigga beat (beat)
And shawty toot (toot)
Blowin' out there brains, car need a new roof
Lookin' like a superstar, when I roll through
And shawty I'm the truth, so mama what it do?
Now let's ride out, ain't no trippin'
When we dippin' to my hide-out
Big dipper cause you sippin' on my bottle
Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models
Now let's get it like...
Low fitted it
If you done it
Then I did it
If you kick it
Then I'm with it
We can do this shit all night
Your minute don't compare to my limit
When I'm in it
And I get it
I'm a give it to you all night
I'm the shit
Yeah I go hard
Don't stand in lines nigga I bogart
Fat boy celebrity cause I'm so large
And don't need no battery cause I'm in charge

Chorus (x2)

[Tyga]
(Ha) I'm hot mo'fucka, get a plate bitch
Don't say shit, get your face-lift
Rose rich let tha champagne drip
Niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit
Get it back, give it back
Ain't 'bout shit
Snap back them ain't even rare, where the tag at?
Wack-ass all up in my ear bitch bag back
I bag bad bitches mothafuck a Kat Stacks
Yellow nigga, no cabs
Got the phantom out, no mats
Get your camera out uh, one flash
Hot beams steady shot clap your ass
Aww T. raw I'm so ahh
Loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog
Patron top wash straight from the liquor store
I'm turnt up I can't feel my face... so

Chorus (x2)