Young 'n Lyrics

Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh Huh huh uh huh, do it yea Right now, come on Uh uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh
Rollin', gold two seater Stash in the dash, hole through heaters Block ah, put holes through beaters Ghetto fab stroll through cheetahs
Ballin', Brooklyn dawn Addicted to Cris hooked on Don 15 G's, hookers on Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
Hustlin', guys that send po's 'Cause I chop rocks the size of Mentos Blame me, I tried to hint those Look at the hurt in your eyes, they squint closed
Pimpin', here's a new way to flirt Ya listen to the two way alert It goes Let's go VIP boo, raise your skirt
Holla back young'n (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back young'n (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo hoooo!)
Holla back young'n (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back young'n (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo hoooo!)
I'm gangsta, ya'll just wannabe's Federal agents on their P's 30 grand, 28 on the keys Gotta good lawyer, I'm gonna squeeze
Thuggin' jeans and timb's Fitted to the front, lean the brim Ride but never on teenage rims And I keep a chick's face between my limbs
Stylin' ya'll heard about my kick game I'm on the park where you see me at the Knick game Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame F A B O L O U S
Ridin', ya'll know as well I do That's the way you can tell I'm blue So I got a deal, I sell pot too 'Cause before I hit the pens, I'm gettin' bailed by Clue
Holla back young'n (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back young'n (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo hoooo!)
Holla back young'n (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back young'n (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo hoooo!)
Cruisin' top down Mercedes low Turn this up when you hear this on the radio Blastin' with the nineteen eighty flow Make the necks on the ladies go (Woo whoop)
Holla, that's what a pretty thug will do Hit Branson, get a fifty jug or two Ya'll throwin' on them gritty mugs for who Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do
Hatin', I just bought the booze I put ya'll in the front page articles I got 'em lookin' at the Billboard charts confused And I still freestyle just to start the clue's
Rappin' I'm that kid about the dough I done copped coke and started droughts before Ship platinum out the door Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes
Holla back young'n (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back young'n (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo hoooo!)
Holla back young'n (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back young'n (Hoooo hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo hoooo!)
Hoooo hoooo! Hoooo hoooo! Hoooo hoooo!