Aloha (feat. Pleasure P & Rico Love)

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 splits 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 credits, 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 - sheeeeit 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! 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 splits 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 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! 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 splits 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 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 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 splits 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