Aloha lyrics

by

Swizz Beatz


[Intro: Rico Love] + (Fat Joe)
Hello (Coca)
Aloha (Krillz-mania)
It's love (yeah)
Turn the lights on!

[Hook: Pleasure P]
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip
I'm super duper fly, you know that I'm the sh*t
220 on the dash, that forty on my hip
Throw up a bunch of cash, make them b*tches do the splits
They say - hello, hello, hello - aloha
Because they know that I'm the sh*t
They say - hello, hello, hello - aloha
Aloha... because I'm so fly

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yo
I'm "Supa Dupa Fly," you can call me Missy's boo
Pull up in the SLR, have all the mamis sick of you
All them college credits, you can throw them things away
You ain't gon' be needin a job, you f*ckin with Jose
Hey~! Hello, hello, aloha, I go hard
I'm so fly, we so hot, they so not - sheeeeit
Them other n*ggas is lame
Seent you on the sidelines, time to put you in the game
Coca be the name, party's up in Diddy's house
Pushed her through the Bronx just to show her what the city 'bout
Touched a couple blocks, got the dough and skate off
And just like Bernie, me and my baby Madoff
Hello!
[Hook]

[Rico Love]
Try to play me short, I'mma f*ck around and fade a b*tch
Fresh up off the porch on that Kool-Aid and them tater chips
Don't f*ck with lames, cause they be on that hater sh*t
If you got a problem with me go ahead, say that sh*t
I'm scuba divin in Jamaica trick
Put the mic down, I'm on that Anita Baker sh*t
Or you could find me on the charts
Or up in St. Barts racing European cars
Screamin f*ck the law and my baby momma raw
And she my baby momma cause them other b*tches flaw
Aww! I'm what them other b*tches call
A motherf*ckin pimp, it's pimpin when I'm involved
Hello!

[Hook]

[Fat Joe]
Now tell me why these haters wanna see the end of Joe?
Honestly, I'm runnin out of ways to spend my dough
I'm burnin down the stores, I'm such a shopaholic
What'cha know it ain't trickin if you really got it
Louis scarfs, Louis frames, Louis trunks
Louis boxers, got all the Louis she wants, yeah~!
And you ain't got nuttin for us
Millions on the tourin and the crib ain't got a mortgage
Yes I'm the rain man, must I remind you?
Throw it in the air, watch her spread it like the swine flu
Ha ha! They say Joey on some other sh*t
And if that b*tch start actin up, I go and grab my other b*tch
[Hook]
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