Holla At Me Lyrics - Fan Of A Fan - Chris Brown

Uh, Boom, Boom 

We ballin' in the room 

Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom 

Knockin' niggas over, call me bulldozer 

One more drink for these niggas and it's over 

'Cause I'm a strike that 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 

Achoo, bless me twice 

Be a rich nigga I be shittin' on your life 

Magazine covers, Magnem rubbers 

I mean Magnum, I don't fuck with stragglers 

Niggas want Drama, Gangsta Grill bastards 

Did you check the caption lights camera action 

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Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh I'm turned up, I'm super turned up A nigga beat, beat 

And shawty toot, toot 

Blowin' out their 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 hideout 

Big dipper 'cause you sippin' on my bottle 

Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models 

Now let's get it like 

Low did 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 

Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh I'm turned up, I'm super turned up I'm hot motherfucker, get a plate bitch 

Don't say shit, get your face lift 

Rozay bitch let the 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 a what 

Wack ass all up in my ear bitch bag back 

I bag bad bitches motherfucker 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 

Aw, T. raw I'm so uh 

Loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog 

Patron top wash straight from the liquor store 

I'm turned up I can't feel my face so 

Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh I'm turned up, I'm super turned up