Meet Sims - Holla Then lyrics

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Meet Sims - Holla Then lyrics

[Hook] Walked in this b**h and tossed 100 bands up I just blew a check n***a talking money but they never saying nothing Young n***a laughing to the bank She ain’t tryna f**, tell her holler then They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then Never talking much, tell em holler then Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then [Verse 1] Both hands, my Vs up, ain’t talking bout Virginia [?] Wide body, they freeze up, slide with something slender n***a Drink when I want, smoke when I want If you stick to the script, how you change up the story Alligator my watch, call it crocodile dungeon Your b**h stay on the jock, like the hand of [?] n***a dripping in water, neck's all frigid VH1, E channel, know you see us on TV From the bleachers they watching, Porsche Julio Chavez Shawty hit the club, tell the DJ go and play my sh** From the bleachers they watching, Porsche Julio Chavez Shawty hit the club, tell the DJ go and play my sh** [Hook] Walked in this b**h and tossed 100 bands up I just blew a check n***a talking money but they never saying nothing Young n***a laughing to the bank She ain’t tryna f**, tell her holler then They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then Never talking much, tell em holler then Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then [Verse 2] Hate to fall from this height, bounce back Take a selfie in the mirror and shawty make it bounce back Versace on my face cause the coupe from [?] space And this b**h is all white like heaven, open up the gates So before you drop it boil in the water like the eye Got a main b**h and another on the side Four car garage, which one I'll decide f** up out my dope house, hurry up and buy n***a think it’s 7:30, we be 7:45 Young n***a spending money we gone blow it every time n***a think it’s 7:30, we be 7:45 Young n***a spending money we gone blow it every time [Hook] Walked in this b**h and tossed 100 bands up I just blew a check n***a talking money but they never saying nothing Young n***a laughing to the bank She ain’t tryna f**, tell her holler then They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then Never talking much, tell em holler then Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then

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