I Wanna Holla Songtext
von Trina feat. Deuce Poppi

Yo
What′s up Shay, where you at?
I'm in Kansas City, man
Nigga, you trippin′ man
You need to get out of there, dawg

There's some crazy babies out here, dawg
I might have found my next baby momma out here, nigga
I'm with one of the baddest oh-ye′s in the world, dawg
Man, I ain′t comin' out there, nah, bih

Them crackers be trippin′
Fuck that nigga, we don't see them crackin′
Fuck it, man, alright, I'm comin′
Ayy, y'all wanna go to South Beach?

Hey mami, I wanna holla
Uh-uh, no way papi
I got my own dollars


(What?), mami you lookin' like my new baby mama
Nah, papi chulo (uh-uh)
I see you all you want is mami culo
So, I′m straight
Hey mami

I′m young, rich and I'm thuggin′ it
And girl, I don't give a fuck who your husband is
I gotta have you on my seat, five-six, thighs thick
Little ghetto queen, we′ll get our freak on like Missy
Drank Cris-ty, be pissy, smoke Crip-ty, be wit' me
Let′s flee in the big body
Take it to the house, to the house party

That's right, I'ma holla mami
I′ma hop in the Benz, you follow, mami
I wanna play at the playground, mami
Shut up and lay down, mami

Hey mami, I wanna holla
Uh-uh, no way papi
I got my own dollars

(What?), mami you lookin′ like my new baby mama
Nah, papi chulo (uh-uh)
I see you all you want is mami culo
So, I'm straight


Oh, now wanna chase me?
You wanna take me
To the diamond district and lace me
You wanna fly me to Hawaii
Anything I want, you′ll buy me

You just met me, but you sweatin' me
You wanna freeze my wrist and baguette me
You wanna fuck me, you wanna touch me (uh-huh)
You wanna lock me down, handcuff me

That′s cool but I got my own cash
You can keep your bread, I got long cash
Now that just sounds like game to me
You ain't half the player that you claim to be (yeah)

Hey mami, I wanna holla
Uh-uh, no way papi
I got my own dollars

(What?), mami you lookin′ like my new baby mama
Nah, papi chulo (uh-uh)
I see you all you want is mami culo
So, I'm straight
Hey mami

I wanna holla, lil' mama
If it′s bout a dollar, I′m break you off proper
I stay sittin' on plenty B′s
What you want? Ten, fifteen, twenty Gs

That's nothin′, we can shop for Prada shit
Ain't nothing to a player, but a scholarship
So leave the lights on and the camera on

Slim waist, lil′ thick lil' Amazon
So let it sou, no panties on, lay it down girlfriend
Once I get this on, I wanna take you home
And ride it, ride it, back it up and slip and slide it

Hey mami, I wanna holla
Uh-uh, no way papi
I got my own dollars

(What?), mami you lookin' like my new baby mama
Nah, papi chulo (uh-uh)
I see you all you want is mami culo
So, I′m straight

Hey mami, I wanna holla
Uh-uh, no way papi
I got my own dollars

(What?), mami you lookin′ like my new baby mama
Nah, papi chulo (uh-uh)
I see you all you want is mami culo
So, I'm straight

Hey mami
Hey mami
Uh-uh

Hey mami
Uh-uh
Hey mami
Uh-uh
Hey mami