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Lil Wayne - Holla At A Playa Lyrics

Remix Baby
Lean Clap
If you bout paper
Holla At A, Holla At A, Holla At A Playa (Better late than never)
Cell Phone or Pager
If you bought paper
Holla At A, Holla At A, Holla At A Playa

You can go and tell them other boys not to bother
This the remix and I'm back with Dr. Carter (What it is)
We talking millions in that six duece inch navy blue mercedes
Oh you ain't know, it's Young Moola Baby
Your boyfriend is a toyfriend he ain't getting no paper
Run and tell him later then holla at a playa
If you getting money blow that sour in the air
You wish you were the hottest on your side of the equator
Me and Weez down in MIAM
We acting stupid DAMN
Call the whip Soulja Boy, doors do the superman (YOUUO)
Ya that's the superman we call it the Lago
G Star car goes, boot us outta starz yo
That boy ain't getting char bro
He in the Monte Carlo
I hit the gears
Operation where the fuck the car go
I'm the dawg now roll with the stars now like Tony R O M O
It's the remix but I been dope

Now if you see me in the coupe with a wrist ice blue
And you trying to get it like me I'm a tell ya what to do
Holla at a playa [x4]
Now mami if you with your man and he got cuffs on your hands
When he is slipping turn his head, I'm a gonna tell you what the plan
Holla at a playa [x4]

Baby I'm the shit so can you bring me some tissha
Air freshener but bitch I'm fresher
I could get your girl to come and kiss me on the pisser
Get her outta her clothes and make her pussy to take a picture
Bitch I'm me
Flow smoke like swisher
Catching lines and hooks I am like a fisher
Fire like a flicker tie em like a twista
Boy I clap like Hurricane Chrisa
Who the hell is a well paid nigga
D Wayne Carter but you can call me Mista
D Wayne Carter I got my shit in order
When I say it's overtime I don't mean 5th quarter
Cause I ain't playing games In em
I ain't saying names but if I ever say a name it would be Benjamin Frank
I got money in the bank, I got money in the back
Got some money under the bed
Put some money on your head
New Orleans, Eastside, Blood Gang
We all blast SOO WHOO
All red, all yellow cornbread
Fall back
Am I rollin ya bitch I might be
Sleeping with the nina like I'm cheating on wifey
Millz had to tell me to stop recycling verses
And since I don't write it
I recite it in cursive (What's your name?)
Mr Carter
President Carter
Dr. Carter (HAHA)

If you see me when you see me say you see me
Hey Wayne
Like you got 4 seats at a basketball game
Holla at a playa [x4]
Holla at a playa
But if you a faker holla at me neighbor
But don't holla at my neightbor neighbor
Holla at a playa [x4]

Holla at a playa but don't scream at me
You don't wanna get whipped
So throw some cream at me
Whip cream guts in the whip that's an old caddie
I'm a muthafucka
But I ain't meeting parents

The beat hot is snaring
Red on red Maclaren
Vehicle looking like it from another planet
My diamonds like Chris Brown can't stop em from dancing
They just show off wall to wall they go off

Get how you live or die trying
Smoking on that G 5
We call that high flying
High as a Batman (YOU)
High Robin don't have an eye problem
Pistol on my hip I got a thigh problem
Rock ya hips Crime Mob em

And let em know ya boy will time bomb em
Click Click Boom
Damn Rotten dot com em
Straight Osam em
Treat em like Hillary Bully and Obam em
I'm a uptown problem nigga

I come from the bottom the dirty below

And I am from up top with armed verses that dope
And just in case ya don't know
I'm the newest on the Young Money Team
And I'm gonna bring that nigga Weezy mad more cream

Now if you see me in the coupe with a wrist ice blue
And you trying to get it like me I'm a tell ya what to do
Holla at a playa [x4]
Now mami if you with your man and he got cuffs on your hands
When he is slipping turn his head, I'm a gonna tell you what the plan
Holla at a playa [x4]

Boom clap if you bout paper
Holla at a holla at a holla at a playa
Cell phone or pager
If you bout paper
Holla at a holla at a holla at a playa