Game feat. Lloyd Hello Lyrics

The R.E.D. Album Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Dr. Dre Intro
  • 2 The City
  • 3 Drug Test
  • 4 Martians vs. Goblins
  • 5 Red Nation
  • 6 Dr. Dre, Part 1
  • 7 Good Girls Gone Bad
  • 8 Ricky
  • 9 The Good, the Bad, the Ugly
  • 10 Heavy Artillery
  • 11 Paramedics
  • 12 Speakers on Blast
  • 13 Hello
  • 14 All the Way Gone
  • 15 Pot of Gold
  • 16 Dr. Dre, Part 2
  • 17 All I Know
  • 18 Born in the Trap
  • 19 Mama Knows
  • 20 California Dream
  • 21 Dr. Dre Outro
  • 22 Basic Bitch
  • [Chorus]
    You ain't gotta say bye bye, baby this is hello
    Put your hands in the sky, 'cause that's where we go go
    You know I like you so I gotta put a ring on that
    You the one that I wanna put everything on that
    Let's go, baby this is hello

    Come on let's ride

    She used to wake up to The View
    Now she wake up with a view
    Used to wake up to a kiss
    Now she wake up to a shoe
    Used to dream about millions
    Now she workin' with a few
    Used to know one Porsche, now she know two
    Chanel handbags stuck to her like glue
    Minks and chinchillas, whole closet like a zoo
    Agent Provocateur, Louis and lots of Dior
    All her friends wearing Gucci so she don't rock it no more
    Every time we in Jimmy Choo, they gotta lock up the store
    Walk out with boxes galore, next week she cop her some more
    Alexander McQueen 'cause she my queen
    Spent an Aston Martin on the ring, so you ain't gotta,


    Come on girl, let's ride

    Soon as them butterfly doors go up on that Ferrari
    She step outside the car on there, stumble into Bulgari
    Fall in that Y-cell, try it on, you fly as hell
    Don't really like it, but I'm buying it, might as well
    Have her own reality show, no drama
    Grab your girl, we're shooting real housewives in the Bahamas
    2-piece Hermes, Bottega Veneta flats
    I heard Diddy out here so you know where the party at
    (We on)and I ain't even gotta ask twice
    'Cause when we hit the room she up and down like the gas price, damn
    Got chills thinking of last night
    I swear you was a goddess in your past life so,


    Come on girl let's ride
    Girl I know you wanna get away
    This hotel room, that's where it goes down
    And I know we never get away
    Just give me a couple minutes and I'm in it
    We all over the table, ain't no problem with you sweating on me
    And I ain't pulling out, I'm tryna have fun
    I know you tryna have fun

    You ain't gotta say bye bye, baby this is hello
    And you ain't gotta front for your friends
    You know I have your hat
    And the Louis Vuitton I got for your birthday
    That was hello
    And them bottles that we popped last Thursday
    That was hello

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