Jahlil Beats, holla at me
Uh, boom, boom, we ballin’ in the room
Sweepin’ up my competition, call me Mr. Broom
Knockin’ niggas over, call me bulldozer
One more drink for these bitches, then it’s over
‘Cause I’ma strike that somethin’ like a cobra
I know she want my venom, but I ain’t gon’ leave it in her
And right after I get her, she know she with a winner
And we straight to the crib, I ain’t takin’ her to dinner
Ha, nigga, look at my jewels
Aviator shades, I ain’t lookin’ at you
Achoo, bless me twice
Ill rich nigga, I be shitting on your life (Ha)
Magazine covers, magneem rubbers
I mean Magnum, I don’t fuck with stragglers
Niggas want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards
Did you check the caption? Lights camera, action
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
I’m turnt up, I’m super turnt up
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
I’m turnt up, I’m super turnt up
A nigga beep beep and shawty toot, toot
Blowin’ out there brains, car need a new roof
Lookin’ like a superstar when I roll through
And shawty, I’m the truth, so mama, what it do?
Now let’s ride out, ain’t no trippin’
When we dippin’ to my hide-out
Big dipper ’cause you sippin’ on my bottle
Only fucking with them A-listin’ models
Now let’s get it like
Low fitted, if you done it, then I did it
If you kick it, then I’m with it
We can do this ish all night
Your limit don’t compare to my limit
When I’m in it and I get it
I’ma give it to you all night
I’m the shit, ha, yeah, I go hard
Don’t stand in lines, nigga, I bogart
Bad boy celebrity ’cause I’m so large
And don’t need no battery ’cause I’m in charge
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
I’m turnt up, I’m super turnt up
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
I’m turnt up, I’m super turnt up
Ha, I’m hot motherfucker, get a plate, bitch
Don’t say shit (Uh), get your face-lift
Rosé bitch, let the champagne drip
Niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit (Uh)
Get it back, give it back ain’t ’bout shit
Snapback, them ain’t even rare, where the tag at?
Oh, wackass all up in my ear, bitch, back back
I bag bad bitches, motherfuck a Kat Stacks, haha
Yellow nigga, no cabs (No cabs)
Got the Phantom out, uh, no mask (No mask)
Get your camera out, uh, one flash
Hot beams steady shot, cl-cl-clap your ass
Uh, T Raw, I’m so uh
Locs on, Chucks low, black beanie dog
Patrón top wash straight from the liquor store
I’m turnt up (Turnt up), I can’t feel my face so
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
I’m turnt up, I’m super turnt up
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
I’m turnt up, I’m super turnt up
Breaking Down the Swagger and Energy of “Holla @ Me”
“Holla @ Me” by Chris Brown is a high-octane anthem that radiates confidence and unapologetic swagger. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a lavish, fast-paced lifestyle, filled with luxury, flashy jewelry, and nightlife excitement. Brown’s verses are packed with clever wordplay and braggadocious lines, as he asserts his dominance both on the dance floor and in the game. Throughout the track, the repeated hook—”Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby”—serves as a call to attention, inviting listeners to join his world of celebration and status. The song’s energetic production, courtesy of Jahlil Beats, perfectly matches the assertive tone, creating a club-ready vibe that’s impossible to ignore.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Producer: Jahlil Beats