I Wanna Holla

[Chorus: Duece Poppi & Trina] Hey mami, I wanna holla Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mami chulo So, I'm straight Hey mami [Verse 1: Duece Poppi] 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 A little ghetto queen, we'll get our freak on like Missy Drink 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'mma holla mami I'mma hop in the Benz, you follow, mami I wanna play at the playground, mami Shut up and lay down, mami [Chorus: Duece Poppi & Trina] Hey mami, I wanna holla Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mami chulo So, I'm straight Hey mami [Verse 2: Trina] 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 brigette me You wanna fuck me, you wanna touch me 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 [Chorus: Duece Poppi & Trina] Hey mami, I wanna holla Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mami chulo So, I'm straight Hey mami [Verse 3: Deuce Poppi] 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 G's That's nothing, 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's those 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 [Chorus: Duece Poppi & Trina] Hey mami, I wanna holla Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mami chulo So, I'm straight Hey mami