Fat Joe, Rico Love, Pleasure P - Aloha lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fat Joe, Rico Love, Pleasure P - Aloha lyrics]
Hello (Coca) aloha (Krillz mania)
It's love (yeah) turn the lights on!
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip
I'm super duper fly
You know that I'm the shit
220 on the dash, that forty on my hip
Throw up a bunch of cash
Make them bitches do the split's
They say - hello, hello, hello - aloha
Because they know that I'm the shit
They say - hello, hello, hello - aloha
Aloha because I'm so fly
Yeah, yo i'm "Supa Dupa Fly
" you can call me Missy's boo
Pull up in the SLR
Have all the mamis sick of you
All them college credit's
You can throw them things away
You ain't gon' be needin a job
You fuckin with Jose
Hey'! Hello, hello, aloha, I go hard
I'm so fly, we so hot, they so not - s heeeit
Them other niggas is lame
Seent you on the sidelines
Time to put you in the game
Coca be the name, party's up in Diddy's house
Pushed her through the Bronx just to
Show her what the city 'bout
Touched a couple blocks
Got the dough and skate off
And just like Bernie, me and my baby Madoff
Hello!
Try to play me short
I'mma fuck around and fade a bitch
Fresh up off the porch on that
Kool-Aid and them tater chips
Don't fuck with lames
Cause they be on that hater shit
If you got a problem with me go ahead
Say that shit
I'm scuba divin in Jamaica trick
Put the mic down
I'm on that Anita Baker shit
Or you could find me on the charts
Or up in St barts racing European cars
Screamin fuck the law and my baby momma raw
And she my baby momma cause
Them other bitches flaw
Aww! I'm what them other bitches call
A motherfuckin pimp
It's pimpin when I'm involved hello!
Now tell me why these haters wanna
See the end of Joe?
Honestly, I'm runnin out of ways
To spend my dough
I'm burnin down the stores
I'm such a shopaholic
What'cha know it ain't trickin if
You really got it
Louis scarfs, Louis frames, Louis trunks
Louis boxers, got all the Louis she wants
Yeah'! And you ain't got nuttin for us
Millions on the tourin and the
Crib ain't got a mortgage
Yes I'm the rain man, must I remind you?
Throw it in the air
Watch her spread it like the swine flu
Ha ha! They say Joey on some other shit
And if that bitch start actin up
I go and grab my other bitch
It's love (yeah) turn the lights on!
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip
I'm super duper fly
You know that I'm the shit
220 on the dash, that forty on my hip
Throw up a bunch of cash
Make them bitches do the split's
They say - hello, hello, hello - aloha
Because they know that I'm the shit
They say - hello, hello, hello - aloha
Aloha because I'm so fly
Yeah, yo i'm "Supa Dupa Fly
" you can call me Missy's boo
Pull up in the SLR
Have all the mamis sick of you
All them college credit's
You can throw them things away
You ain't gon' be needin a job
You fuckin with Jose
Hey'! Hello, hello, aloha, I go hard
I'm so fly, we so hot, they so not - s heeeit
Them other niggas is lame
Seent you on the sidelines
Time to put you in the game
Coca be the name, party's up in Diddy's house
Pushed her through the Bronx just to
Show her what the city 'bout
Touched a couple blocks
Got the dough and skate off
And just like Bernie, me and my baby Madoff
Hello!
Try to play me short
I'mma fuck around and fade a bitch
Fresh up off the porch on that
Kool-Aid and them tater chips
Don't fuck with lames
Cause they be on that hater shit
If you got a problem with me go ahead
Say that shit
I'm scuba divin in Jamaica trick
Put the mic down
I'm on that Anita Baker shit
Or you could find me on the charts
Or up in St barts racing European cars
Screamin fuck the law and my baby momma raw
And she my baby momma cause
Them other bitches flaw
Aww! I'm what them other bitches call
A motherfuckin pimp
It's pimpin when I'm involved hello!
Now tell me why these haters wanna
See the end of Joe?
Honestly, I'm runnin out of ways
To spend my dough
I'm burnin down the stores
I'm such a shopaholic
What'cha know it ain't trickin if
You really got it
Louis scarfs, Louis frames, Louis trunks
Louis boxers, got all the Louis she wants
Yeah'! And you ain't got nuttin for us
Millions on the tourin and the
Crib ain't got a mortgage
Yes I'm the rain man, must I remind you?
Throw it in the air
Watch her spread it like the swine flu
Ha ha! They say Joey on some other shit
And if that bitch start actin up
I go and grab my other bitch