Holla At A Nigga

[Hook – Chinx][x2] Come and holla at a nigga some time Come and holla at a nigga some time Certified nigga, I be on it Got that money coming way too much to fold it Know a nigga on it [Verse 1 – Chinx] Shawty know I'm bout to scooper scrape Money coming in, you know I'm super straight I hold that money down like a paperweight Mines heavy, what your paper weigh? That president you’re burning, chill, [?] My shooters banging 'till your fucking wig fall off My niggas on that murder, [?], death kill fuck a hater That's right, I done went left field for the paper Your main squeeze sucking niggas dry Fuck the streets you should’ve chose school [?] It’s Chinx Drugz, I'm the nigga with the juice super loose Grab your pistols, fuck a truce [Hook][x2] [Verse 2 – Plenty] Four bad bitches in the living room, I’m on my new shit If it ain't bout residuals then I ain’t get with you Fuck a critical, I need that nigga casket closed Fast life, lifting money and hoes is all I know Crap ass niggas from the bottom of the barrel Want to catch me at the light and pray I'm slipping like I’m Harold It’s past sad though, you niggas pathetic You wanna roll with the kings, you think I'm Tyreke Evans Because I'm balling, but she won't get a ransom up out of me Drugz said it ain’t a youngin in the streets as hot as me I gotta be the next nigga in line Haters pray on my demise, I just laugh and tell they hoes [Hook][x2]