Hold That

We in here we gotta do it again
Trap melodies 2, Trap Melodies 2 (Trap, trap)
Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Aye

Rose Clicquot I know you wanna pour that
Hunnid bands I know you wanna throw that
Chanel bag I know you wanna hold that
That's a rack, rack, rack I know you can't afford that

Spent a quick 6 O's on my chain
Me and yo nigga thats no competition we ain't the same
Came through the hood they ain't show you no love boy you's a lame
And I'll do it all just to make that check but fuck the fame

And we get it in no cap but you already know that
Way I move the work cut clean pack ship no dope but you snow that
She wanna fuck on me but I would never touch that
You fell in love with the pussy
But you'll get ya hoe snatched and you won't get ya hoe back
Look, 20 a week can we can make it month
I can't be playin' around and be stuck in the barrel with niggas who crabbin' for lunch
Get to the money just me and my niggas and you and yo niggas be doin' too much
We don't need ya help you can keep ya advice and ya handout we don't need the crutch
I just turned a side hoe into a main
She luv me she tatted my name
She throw me the pussy I beat out the frame I never wake up and complain
I'm payin' my dues finessin' the moves and you throwin' salt in the game (Salt)
Excuse me I don't know you're name (I don't)

Rose Clicquot I know you wanna pour that (I know you wanna pour that)
Hunnid bands I know you wanna throw that (I know you wanna throw that)
Birkin bag I know you wanna hold that (I know you wanna hold that)
That's a rack, rack, rack I know you can't afford that (I know you cant afford that)

Spent a quick 6 O's on my chain (That's on my chain)
Me and yo nigga thats no competition we ain't the same (We aint the same)
Came through the hood they ain't show you no love boy you's a lame (Oh you's a lame)
And I'll do it all just to make that check but fuck the fame (Oh fuck the fame)