Lyrics Hola - The Real Pryce

You the one girl
Something bout them jeans that you wearin, wearin, wearin, wearin
You the one girl
I see your eyes over there staring, staring, staring
They make me wanna say Hola, Hola, Hola, yeah
Hola, Hola, Hola, yeah
Hola, Hola, Hola, yeah
Hola, Hola, Hola

You know how I do when I'm up in Cali
Hawaiian chicks come to me so I ain't gotta go to Hawaii
Chicks supermodel she ain't gotta work out in Bali
Suck game vicious she know how to get it sloppy
I was born fly these other Montanans wanna copy
Man I'm so high without the dutch and broccoli
To make this type of loot you gon' need my company
And we break it down over some hot tea
I'm a stunner so I push a V12
See well I been seeing those since the age of twelve
You know my name girl so does it ring a bell? bell?