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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ja Rule
Ja Rule
Vocals
Tai
Tai
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Atkins
Jeffrey Atkins
Lyrics
Irving Lorenzo
Irving Lorenzo
Composer
Tai Green
Tai Green
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti
Producer
Pat Viala
Pat Viala
Recording Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Tai
Tai
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Holla holla
All my **** that's ready to get
Dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can 'em a little
Hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' with me
Follow, follow, it's murda
[Verse 2]
Holla holla
All my **** that's ready to get
Dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can 'em a little
Hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' with me
Follow, follow, it's murda
[Verse 3]
Think you fuckin' with Ja? Nada
What, you wanna go dollar for dollar?
Holla holla
My **** is
Hotter, hotter
Fucks plenty bitches and dug bitches for petty ****
You look in my eyes and tell me the style ain't ridiculous
Bitches, bitches
Pop the pussy and bounce like
Hit it, hit it
Sure, if your favorite is long, you could
Get it, get it
Baby, baby, don't you wanna
Leave tonight and fuck with me?
'Cause we really need to be freakin' off at any cost
It's on me, if you marry, then get a divorce
When I hits this, some women get twisted
Have 'em twitchin' like, damn', look what the dick did
I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day
And put the puss on layaway, heard me?
I'm that dirty **** that get you hot and heated
Baby girl, if you want it as well as you need it
[Verse 4]
Holla holla
All my **** that's ready to get
Dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can 'em a little
Hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' with me
Follow, follow, it's murda
[Verse 5]
Holla holla
All my **** that's ready to get
Dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can 'em a little
Hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' with me
Follow, follow, it's murda
[Verse 6]
Let me holla at my true thugs
If **** want war, bust slugs
****, what? I'm hotter, hotter, and just can't be touched
Plus anybody that fucks with me gonna get felt
How many want it determines how the slugs get dealt
'Cause I
Spit 'em, spit 'em
Choke them **** like roaches, then
Clip 'em, clip 'em
Long as I'm alive, I'ma
Hit 'em, hit 'em
Respect mines to the day of my demise
Don't fuck with me 'cause the flow's
Killer, killer
Whoever ever, who wants it
It's yours, now go and
Get it, get it, fill a, fill a
**** full of holes, treat 'em like hoes
And show no love to them homo thugs
It's us you wanna fuck with
As soon as them slugs skip from body to body
Go from grave to bed
I don't respect it, plus **** permitted treason
Who want it with Ja? Who ready to die breathin'?
[Verse 7]
Holla holla
All my **** that's ready to get
Dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can 'em a little
Hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' with me
Follow, follow, it's murda
[Verse 8]
Holla holla
All my **** that's ready to get
Dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can 'em a little
Hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' with me
Follow, follow, it's murda
[Verse 9]
Ja, baby, one of the many
Many **** who sip Henny with the two-seaters, sittin' on twenties
I, I be with runnin' in, runnin' out
Then dial the sound, hit 'em up, gun 'em down
**** ain't ready for Ja, any way, any how
I give it, give it to **** claimin' that they live it, real
****, ****
Brandish the iron and flash like
Hold this, hold this
When you got nothin' to live for
Notice, **** be hot and more explosive
Focus, ready to rip 'em up with the dope
This my life, **** frontin' and stuntin' for nothin'
Better act right 'fore I spark and dim your lights
I'm a hazard for ****, a bastard to bitches
When in doubt, go for stealth and clap the finish
Anything movin' rightfully hit for wrongdoin'
I'ma follow, encouragin' all my **** to what?
[Verse 10]
Holla holla
All my **** that's ready to get
Dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can 'em a little
Hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' with me
Follow, follow, it's murda
[Verse 11]
Holla holla
All my **** that's ready to get
Dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can 'em a little
Hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' with me
Follow, follow, it's murda
[Verse 12]
Holla holla
All my **** that's ready to get
Dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can 'em a little
Hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' with me
Follow, follow, it's murda
[Verse 13]
Holla holla
All my **** that's ready to get
Dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can 'em a little
Hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' with me
Follow, follow, it's murda
[Verse 14]
Holla holla
Written by: Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Taiwan Green
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