Iamsu! - Holla At The Kid lyrics

[Verse 1: IamSU!] I don't walk through the front no more Let me and all my n***as through the back Girl you ain't gotta front no more When you see me you know you don't know how to act I'm a heartbreak gangsta And I'm one of the realest n***as in the world And you know that I'm a bachelor Leave her alone, you know I'm goin to take yo girl Switch up baby, work that body like a 9 to 5 Talk bout money, we seein' eye to eye Had one way back up, but no valley high And the way I'm ballin, call me Allen Eye First I'm comin up at the risin' Stand up, what is this the surprise? Said I'm the realest one rhyming Since we gots to blow right by 'em No lyin, n***as be playin but they can't keep up Nice but, D cups, that's what keeps me up [Pre-Hook:] What's happenin'? I'm mackin' That money, I'm stackin' You know that I'm ballin' And you hate it, but don't folla, and she shakin' [Hook:] Go 'head and work that sh**, girl work that sh** Girl work that sh**, girl work that sh** Girl work that sh**, girl work that sh** Girl work that sh**, girl work that sh** [Verse 2: Jay Ant] Holla at the kid Yep, it's what it do, not what it did Uh, I've been in here for hella years Bloodshed and the tears, uh My family came from the Riches, yep I only came for the b**hes, uh And I don't f** around with snitches, uh Best believe they get stitches Or f** around and die, n***a I'm fly, yep And I ain't never had to lie, uh Why would I only want a slice? When I could have the whole pie Yep! Real n***a what's happenin'? You know I'm packin' what you lackin' uh I'm tryna get this sh** smackin' Smoking loud, my n***a brought the whole package, yeah [Pre-Hook:] What's happenin'? I'm makin' That money I'm stackin' You know that I'm ballin' And you hate it but don't follla and she shakin' [Hook:] Go ahead and work that sh**, girl work that sh** Girl work that sh**, girl work that sh** Girl work that sh**, girl work that sh** Girl work that sh**, girl work that sh** [Verse 3: Mike-Dash-E] Work it like a pro Baby f** me like an athelete Know I'm getting bucks like my middle name Cashcrete You ain't gotta asks, except for young girl I'm past it You hit that p**y once and pa** her off like b**h you last week Go 'head and holla at the kid, holla at the man I'm throwin up my 3, I'm rappin 3 up every track Middle finger to these haters tryna plot, on me back Why you busy speakin' on me? I proceed to check these racks Ooooh, you forgot me, I'm a wake you up My name been ringin' since the day's up Turn around, turn around, ain't no breakin' up Busy ridin' dollar, stayin' far away from takin' f**s Now it's time to take my cut, everything you put in bricks Money money money, all I'm seein' in my vision stuck Prophecy position, intuition never changing up Like every day my work, man I'm takin' up [Pre-Hook:] [Hook:] AYE!