Holla Holla lyrics

by

Ja Rule


[Chorus]
(Holla, holla)
All my n*ggas that's ready to get (dollars, dollars)
b*tches 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 n*ggas that's ready to get (dollars, dollars)
b*tches 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 f*ckin' with Ja, Nada
Watcha wanna go dollar for dollar? (Holla, holla)
My n*ggas is (hotter, hotter)
f*cks plenty b*tches, and dug ditches for petty n*ggas
You look in me eyes and tell me they style ain't ridiculous
(b*tches, b*tches) Pop da pus*y 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 f*ck 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 di*k 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 n*gga that get you hot, and heated
Baby girl, if you want it as bad as you need it
[Chorus]
(Holla, holla)
All my n*ggas that's ready to get (dollars, dollars)
b*tches 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 n*ggas that's ready to get (dollars, dollars)
b*tches know who can get 'em a little (hotter, hotter)
Come on, if you rollin' with me (follow, follow)
It's Murda..

[Verse 2]
Let me holla at my true thugs
If n*ggas want war, bust slugs
n*gga, what? I'm hotta hotta and just can't be touched
Plus, anybody that f*cks with me, gonna get felt
How many want it? Determines how the slugs get dealt,
'Cause I (spit 'em, spit 'em)
Choke them n*ggas like roaches and then (flip 'em, flip 'em)
Long as I'm alive, I'ma (hit 'em, hit 'em)
Respect mines, to the day of my demise
Don't f*ck with me, 'cause the flow's (killer, killer)
Whoever ever who wants it?
It's yours, now your gonna (get it get it)
(Fill a, fill a) n*gga full of holes
Treat 'em like hoes, and show no love to them homo thugs
It's us you wanna f*ck with
As soon as them slugs skip
From body to body, go from brave to b*tch
I don't respect it, plus n*ggas committed treason
Who want it with Ja? Who ready to die breathing?,
[Chorus]
(Holla, holla)
All my n*ggas that's ready to get (dollars, dollars)
b*tches 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 n*ggas that's ready to get (dollars, dollars)
b*tches know who can get 'em a little (hotter, hotter)
Come on, if you rollin' with me (follow, follow)
It's Murda..

[Verse 3]
Ja baby, one of the many, many n*ggas who sip Henny
With the the two-seaters, sitting on twenties
I, I be with running in, running out
Then, thou bestow hit em' up, gun em' down
n*ggas ain't ready for Ja, anyway, anyhow
I give it give it to n*ggas, claimin' that they live it
Real (n*ggas, n*ggas) brandish the iron and flash
Like (hold this, hold this) when you got nothing to live for
Notice, n*ggas be hot, and more explosive
Focus, ready to rip 'em up with the dose, this
My life, n*ggas is frontin', and stuntin' for nothing
Better act right, fo' I spark and dim your lights?
I'm a hazard, to n*ggas, a bast*rd
To b*tches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish
Anything movin' rightfully hit for wrong doin'
I'ma follow and encourage all my n*ggas to (what?)
[Chorus]
(Holla, holla)
All my n*ggas that's ready to get (dollars, dollars)
b*tches 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 n*ggas that's ready to get (dollars, dollars)
b*tches know who can get 'em a little (hotter, hotter)
Come on, if you rollin' with me (follow, follow)
It's Murda..
(Holla, holla)
(Holla, holla)
All my n*ggas that's ready to get (dollars, dollars)
b*tches 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 n*ggas that's ready to get (dollars, dollars)
b*tches know who can get 'em a little (hotter, hotter)
Come on, if you rollin' with me (follow, follow)
It's Murda..
(Holla, holla)
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