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Hola
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hola was released on March 20, 2025 by FLO BAND ENTERTAINMENT (FASTLIFE OUTLAWS) as a part of the album BELIEVE
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AlbumBELIEVE
Release DateMarch 20, 2025
LabelFLO BAND ENTERTAINMENT (FASTLIFE OUTLAWS)
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FastLife GAZA
FastLife GAZA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Romario Evans
Romario Evans
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FastLife GAZA
FastLife GAZA
Producer
Forload
Forload
Mastering Engineer
YBG Kash
YBG Kash
Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Alston
Jonathan Alston
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Hola, mamacita, I'm in a big body
Benz pop, smoke, I'm listening to the speakers
Getting to that money, dawg, I'm in an eager
You cook clean, bring bands in, bitch, you a keeper
Christian Dior's for the sneakers
This street shit, dawg, I'm getting in deeper
Getting way more money, even sweeter
She been over all day, playing flo, didn't even feed her
I did it by myself, I didn't sign no deal
Being broke, dawg, don't think you know how that shit
Feel diamonds on my neck, bussing **** asking if it's real
A **** was playing with That **** got killed
What u kno bout one pop made out of board
I do not fight, dawg, I will stab you with my sword
I do not care if you run, I will shoot you in the crowd
I'm a self-made ****, yeah, dawg, I'm proud
420, I'm in Brooklyn, ****
Smoking loud on the fucking Parkway, ****
Speeding in the floss, I don't even know my way
Juju to the right of me, dawg, that's my fucking bae
Just left Neimans, now it's time to get laid
Get paid, young ****, get paid, get paid
FLO the band, yeah, dawg, we been made
I be taking risks, dawg, cause I'm not afraid
I went to prison and I lost it
All
My **** done forget about me he don't even pick up my calls
Sit back, watch me ball
Let me ball
I'm a real **** I pick my dog up if he ever falls
Shoot shit for my dog like I'm John Wall
My chains keep hitting back and forth like I'm playing tennis
And I keep hitting her with them racks like I'm Dennis the Menace
Just cashed a couple bands at the dentist
Hola, mamacita, I'm in a big body, Benz
Pop smoke, I'm listening to the speakers
Getting to that money, dawg, I'm in an eager
You cook clean, bring bands in, bitch, you a keeper
Christian Dior's for the sneakers
This street shit, dawg, I'm getting in deeper
Getting way more money, even sweeter
She been over all day, playing
FLO, didn't even feed her
Getting these bands, dawg, I swear it is a habit
New Louis sneakers just dropped, dawg, I gotta have it
If it ain't about money, then what's the topic
These **** just cap, dawg, you need to stop it
You know where I'm at
I ain't hiding I'm a North Church Street, can't stop jogging
Until it's complete, u bitch tried to give me head
In the backseat, just hit Steve and bought A new Patek Philippe
Then I hit Neiman's, I got balencis on my feet, ****
Dawg, I been balling like Miami Heats, ****
****, brr, ****, bow, bow
Grr, bow
Written by: Romario Evans
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