DJ Khaled Feat. Lil Wayne, Paul Wall, Fat Joe, Rick Ross & Pitt Bull Holla At Me Baby (Dirty) Lyrics

[Cool & Dre]
This is...This is
This is...AND HE GOES BY THE NAME OF

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah you got the right one, It's Weezy F**kin Baby
And if your woman lookin, I'll let the woman taste me
Okay now I'm with Khaled, we wilyn in Miami
We got a bunch of b____es, we pile em in the phantom
They follow us to Mansion but I don't mean the club
I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to f**k
It's Cash Money Baby, It's Young Money b_____
Now you can swallow that or you can suck a d___
Okay, tell me s___, Lil Wayne f**k a b____
Lil' n____, big money, big gun full of that s___
n____ I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince
n____ I'm a young king, n____ I'm a Bun B
Yup, I go hard, ask my broad
Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin at y'all (She can't see)
The rest goes without me having to say
I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Holla at me, What it do, What it is
You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in da rear (Holla at me baby)
I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)
You can see me from a far I'm the s___
Scream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do)

[Paul Wall]
It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker
Chunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pourin up big goose vodka
Lone star beast straight up out the H
Sure stoppin all the hate, sippin on the ski taste
I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass
Cause they see me in a foriegn ridin on imported glass
Gettin cash is my number one task
Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class
I'm a grit boy lookin for an a__ like Ki toi
Leave a b____ back all nutty like Almond Joy
My boy Toy I E got to sleep
And we got to see and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like an a__ whipping
The album dropped and there's been a lot of a__ kissing
But I ain't trippin, I'm trill
That's why I'm posted with Khaled cause he real one
A hundred baby like a bill, Holla at me baby

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Nah homie, you done got it f**ked up
You ain't got as much money as us (Nope)
We sent Campbell in cause he got goggles on
and he's pushing something far and it's f**ked
Now all I gotta do is push a little b___on quick fast
And the chopper come out of the stash
Yeah money ain't jewels motherf**ker you lose
I'll make you do the F**k Sean Comb dance (Follow me now)
Who wanna come test the kid
Have your baby mama bless the team
s___, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that
She a motherf**kin s__ machine, Holla at me baby

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Stuntin in a magnum ridin with my hat low
Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes
Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since
Know that I'ma veteran, Million dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm the s___ b____, go and check your senses
Known for the benz's, Chrome on the bentleys
Smokin on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheese
Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dawg, talk to em Paul Wall

[Chorus]

[Pitbull]
It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A
Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in dade
I owe my future
Last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun shine stayed, well that shoulda
Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is
Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick?
That's all we talk about, well welcome to the south
We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt
Harlas and priests
These boys dirty, they'll f**k your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Ahora loca, mueve la cadera, abre la boca, alli viene la madera