Tyga - Holla At Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] Boom, boom, we balling in the room Sweeping up my competition, call me Mr. Broom Knocking n***as over, call me bulldozer One more drink for these b**hes and it's over Cause I'mma 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 taking her to dinner n***a look at my j**els Aviator shades I ain't looking at you *Achoo*, bless me twice Ill rich n***a, I be sh**ting on your life Magazine covers, magneem rubbers I mean magnum, I don't f** with stragglers n***as want drama, Gangsta Grillz ba*tards Did you check the caption, lights camera, action [Hook: Chris Brown] Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby I'm turned up, I'm super-turned up Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby I'm turned up, I'm super-turned up [Verse 2: Chris Brown] A n***a beep beep and shawty toot, toot Blowing out there brains, car need a new roof Looking 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 tripping When we dipping to my hide-out Big dipper cause you sipping on my bottle Only f**ing with them A-listing models Now let's get it like Low fitted if you done it then I did it If you kick it, then I'm with it We can do this sh** all-night Your minute don't compare to my limit When I'm in it And I get it I'mma give it to you all night I'm the sh** yeah I go hard Don't stand in lines n***a I bogart Bad boy celebrity cause I'm so large And don't need no battery cause I'm in charge [Hook: Chris Brown] Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby I'm turned up, I'm super-turned up Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby I'm turned up, I'm super-turned up [Verse 3: Tyga] I'm hot motherf**er, get a plate b**h Don't say sh**, get your face-lift Rosé b**h let the champagne drip n***as swag jack but this L.A. sh** Get it back, give it back ain't 'bout sh** Snap back them ain't even rare, where the tag at Wacka** all up in my ear b**h back back I bag bad b**hes mother f** a Kat Stacks Yellow n***a, no cabs Got the phantom out, no mask Get your camera out uh, one flash Hot beams steady shot clap your a** Aww, T Raw, I'm so ahh 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 [Hook: Chris Brown] Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby I'm turned up, I'm super-turned up Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby Holla at me boo, holla at me baby I'm turned up, I'm super-turned up