DJ Khaled, Lil Wayne & Paul Wall - Holla At Me You got the right one (Yeah), it's Weezy Fuckin' Baby (Yeah) And if your woman looking (Yeah), I'll let the woman taste me (Yeah) Okay, now I'm with Khaled (Yeah), we wildin' in Miami (Yeah) We got a bunch of bitches (C'mon), we pile 'em in the Phantom (Yeah) They follow us to "mansion" (Gone), but I don't mean the club (Uh-uh) I'm talking 'bout my crib (Yeah)—mama, I'm trying to fuck (Whoa) It's Cash Money, baby (Yeah). It's Young Money, bitch (Yeah) Now you can swallow that (Whoa) or you can suck a dick (Damn) Okay, Tunnel shit, Lil Wayne, fuck a bitch (C'mon) Little nigga, big money, big guns for little shit (C'mon) Nigga, I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't a Fresh Prince (Uh-uh) Nigga, I'm a young king, nigga, I'm a Bun B (Yeah) I go hard, ask my broad (Yeah) Ms. Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin at y'all (She can't see you) The rest goes without me having to say I say, "Go, go, a-go, go—" (DJ!) [Paul Wall:] Hanh, holler at me, what it do, what it is You ain't never seen a player like this (holler at me, baby) I'ma pimp her, I'll show her how I live Take her back, then I put it in her ribs (holler at me, baby) I'm a monster, I do it real big You ain't never seen rocks like this (holler at me, baby) You can see it from afar, I'm the shit Scream at me, what it do, what it is (What it do) It's Paul Wall, baby, Swishahouse club rocker