[Intro: DJ Drama]

The Affiliates Nigga Holla At Ya Boy

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Cannon

DJ Drama

[Verse 1: Boo]

Take a look at a playa, ma, I'm so smooth

I don't mean to brag, but baby girl, I'm that dude

The ladies say that Boo so handsome

And they like how I be styling in them Evisu pants

Now let me see you dance til' your feet hurt

All I wanna see is G-strings no cheap skirts

I got hundreds to spend, bottles to pop

Put it on me slow girl and make that ass drop, drop

You know how Young Money do it

Track stars with the dough, mami, we be running through it

Now Weezy got my dough bigger

If your woman in the club, then homeboy you better get her

Cause I'll take her in a minute I'mma dog her when I finish

Homie I'm a problem and a menace

I'm like Diddy cause I'm all about my Benjis

If I get her to the crib she comin' faster than a Hemi

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

It's the Hot Spitta, nigga, it's the Hot Spitta, nigga

It's the Hot Spitta, nigga and I'm bout it

And if you know another nigga you thinks fuckin with the youngin

Bring him round me if you want and I'mma down him

Yeah, I still got that Monte Carlo and it's painted money green

She recognize a nigga when I pull up on the scene

Bitches say that nigga fly, bitches say that nigga cute

But don't ever get it twisted, you don't know what I would do

You can ask them niggas bout me say I'm cooler than a fan

But I keep that heater on me like a fucking tool man

I jack 'em out they bitches, cause I got that killa game

And yo bring a couple bitches for me and my nigga Mane

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]

I'm loaded, she rolling, so we rolling

To a place these niggas'll never get

Cold flow Mane I'm the shit

My hoes is like slaves, nigga, I got 'em all whipped

I got 'em all whips, and they all got tints

My flat chested hoes, man, I bought 'em all tits

I love all my juvies, I bought 'em all fits

And all my old hoes, they be steady catching fits

My college chicks keep asking a nigga 'bout college

I tell you, B, that invention was abolished

Mother fuck knowledge, no need for a Bachelors

Young Mane in streets, got the streets mastered

Working on my PHD, no excuse me, my CFD

Thats my "Certified Fly Degree"

They be looking at your boy like, "how fly is he?"

Next time start tellin 'em, "I'm fly as a pelican"

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Gee baby girl, whats your name, who you be?

Know you prolly never been with a Hollygrove G

I'm five foot six, I'm fly as fuck

And I drank a lot and get high enough

Ma, you're looking real hot and your girl okay

Wanna come and see you, have on lingerie

And I tell her come through like every day

So we can re-do everything I say

Ahh, what you know about them Young Money G's

Come through this bitch sitting tall on trees

I bet your boyfriend ain't sitting on these

I prolly be a dog, but all y'all hoes flees

She say she never seen Air Forces that clean

I know my shits look like Porcelain gleam

Louis Vuitton, or Louis the thirteen

She like "ooh he remind me of a wet dream"

She wanna, throw it back now, so throw it back ma

Even though my pops died he taught me how to blow them backs out

Now show that tat ma, now show that crack ma

Cause I'm a crack head, I need that crack house

Come to a nigga house, and give that ass out

We all grown men, no we don't bad mouth

Come to the back room, then hit the back floor

Then hit the back door, now holla back, ho

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

I got 'em

Okay now wobble di wobble, hoe, wobble di wobble, hoe

Wobble di wobble, hoe, wobble di wobble, hoe

Wobble di wobble, hoe, wobble di wobble, hoe

Wobble di wobble, wobble

I say, hey pretty girl I'm feelin' yo frame

Show that tattoo, girl, what that nigga name?

Say, hey pretty girl, I'm feelin' yo frame

Show that tattoo, I bet he ain't Lil Wayne