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 (