Mason DiCaprio - Hollin Bout Lyrics

What you hollin 'bout, you messin' with a real one
Take the money, throw it in your face for you to feel sumn
Jumping out the Falcon I don't even need a parachute
All I do is win, you can't see me with the stealthy moves
(Woo! Woo!)

Get your money up, flexing with your day job
Here to run it up, and you know I stay hot
You can't play me now, acting like the main one
What you hollin 'bout? Get up out my lane son

Everybody say they want their own bag
Better put the work in where you're gifted cause you own that
If the, if the money ain't the motive maybe I know
You can, you can save a lot of money on Geico
(Go! Go!)

I just pulled your chick in a drop top
All that hollin but i got the sauce, it don't stop, stop
(Hoo! Hoo!)
And we coming 'round the corner, bust in; we don't knock, knock
I just pulled the second chick you thought you had on lock, lock
(Two exes!)

Yeah, I'm hasty on that beat
And you know that I'm elite
I be dropping fools from left and right
I don't accept defeat

I'ma make it on my own
Cause I'm in the zone
When I'm in that spotlight don't be hitting up my phone
(Yeah!)

Get your money up, flexing with your day job
(Day job!)
Here to run it up, and you know I stay hot
(Stay Hot!)
You can't play me now, acting like the main one
(Main one! Yeah! Yeah! What you hollin 'bout?)
What you hollin 'bout? Get up out my lane son
(Woo!)

What you hollin 'bout?
What you hollin 'bout?
(Woo! Woo!)
Hollin 'bout
What you hollin 'bout?
What you hollin 'bout?
(Woo! Woo! Yeah!)
Hollin 'bout
What you hollin 'bout?
What you hollin 'bout?
(Woo! Woo!)
Hollin 'bout
What you hollin 'bout?
What you hollin 'bout?
(Woo! Woo! Yeah!)
Hollin 'bout

To the ground, where you stay; I don't play
Man I'm up in the clouds and I do this everyday
You can't touch what i got
Cause the heat never stops
I'ma stay right on top
Another hit 'bouta drop!

When you waking up? I'm already on
(Yeah!)
Yeah my music's 'bouta be your alarm
(Brrr! Brrr!)
Don't be flexin' on the gram like you really know me
(Woo!)
Better hit up uncle Sam; tell him what you need
(Need! Need!)

Empty out your pockets, tell me what your problem is
Open up your mouth and speak the word into your biz
Better do it quick 'fore your Mrs. turn to a Ms.
If you ain't 'bout that money how the hell you gettin' it! It!

Hundred to Hundred I'm keeping it real
People around you don't care how you feel
If they're not benefitting from the deal
Ride with the ones that would give you a meal
Learn every lesson that you heard today
Apply it overtime that you on the way
On your journey you gon' make it or fade
Give all you got like you're going insane, yeah!

Get your money up, flexing with your day job
(Yeah!)
Here to run it up, and you know I stay hot
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
You can't play me now, acting like the main one
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
What you hollin 'bout? Get up out my lane son!