Won’t Holler (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: "Freeway" Ricky Ross] Put that money to work Make it grow Make it multiply Money is key, money is key (Money is key) Got to get my ends on something (I won't holler) [Verse 1: Jay Worthy & Jay 305] You out of line then you finna get DP'd Just off G.P., you know how the streets be (In the streets) I'm at HQ, just like Key-key Just like G.B., catch me out with G-Weed (G-Weeder) Fuck a fade, we ain't doing no head ups (Uh-uh) Nigga, I ain't 18, we ain't at heads up (What?) To be a problem, pump a nigga with the lead stuff West Side, Rose, where this shit can get real rough (Get ugly) Talk tough and we'll see when the guns out Re-up on a new path what my funds about Young hoes, stay quiet, no loud mouth Speak when you're spoken to, otherwise stay down Hey, I'm in the game like G-down PGO style, you know when the P around Ten toes man, I keep somethin' real proper (Proper) So if she not a bad bitch, I probably won't holler (Probably won't holler) [Chorus: Jay 305] She ain't a bad bitch, I probably won't holler (Won't holler) You ain't talking cash then I probably won't holler (Won't holler) If it's average, I probably won't holler (Won't holler) I'm about my money, I'm about my dollars (Yup) She ain't a bad bitch, I probably won't holler (Won't holler) You talking average, I probably won't holler (Won't holler) You talking cash, I probably will holler Get your game on the level of mine (Game on the level of mine) [Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni] Wakin' up early, goin' to sleep late (Late) Sellin' weight to bosses, grams to cheapskates (Yup) Mixin' up heroin, had it on three plates (Three) Showed up lookin' like I won some sweepstakes (Shinin') Every day dodgin' the law and known snakes (Yup) Family sayin', "Son, you need to pump brakes" (Slow down) Nah, I can't wait, I got shit to do (Got shit to do) Tell my employees chop chop, we got shit to move (Shit to move) I used to ride by the big cribs and get depressed (Man) Like what it's gone take? How much dope I gotta stretch? (How much?) Then I got a connect and shit changed (Changed) Got my hustle skills from family and RJ (RIP) Meetin' with my transporter at the hotel (Yup) So they can take it to Canada without gettin' trailed (Get it through) 'Cause border patrol was on my motherfuckin' head (Damn) Fuckin' with me every time I came through, askin' how I get this bread (How you get this money?) [Chorus: Jay 305] She ain't a bad bitch, I probably won't holler (Won't holler) You ain't talking cash then I probably won't holler (Won't holler) If it's average, I probably won't holler (Won't holler) I'm about my money, I'm about my dollars (Yup) She ain't a bad bitch, I probably won't holler (Won't holler) You talking average, I probably won't holler (Won't holler) You talking cash, I probably will holler Get your game on the level of mine (Game on the level of mine) [Verse 3: Jay 305] Get your game little homie, get your game up ? Back in 05, n* was getting rich off of stress Stretched out, taking losses, hitting licks we could bare ? Got a text from my ex-bitch, Sandra Slid her raw, caught her trying to poke holes in condoms She want boss, Barbados where you can find him VVS diamonds, no lying, back to Sandra Sucking dick like a sea monster Fine ass only fuck with ballers, got some real hustle though Real hustle hoe, that's why I even fucked the hoe Got her ass 12, she came back with 24 I'm a real n* player in the field n* White tee, groom groom, still willing to kill n* Just trying to live n* Fucking with my timing Trying to get this money through this rhyming