Hold Up

Yeah
Yeah
If you see me rollin' round, Come and tell me Wassup
If she pretty, cool, and brown ima tell her Hold Up
If you steady rollin' loud, Lemme hear a Wassup
And if you city livin' now, Then come and tell em Hold Up

Kickin' back, Twistin' reefer up, We smoke in packs
Never get enough, We pick it up, We always down to match
Shorty lookin' good then I might talk her up and take her down
Fuck you thought it was, You must've never learned just how to mack
Get the paper, Make it stack
Turn a dolla to a rack
Don't you know it's Paxaveli
If you don't, Then here I am
Rollin' thru my city, It's the one that got the MGM
Monte Carlo, Mandalay, Just book ya flight then come and stay
You ain't come to win then why the fuck you even tryna play
Writing down my thoughts until I see my lonely, dying day
Do this shit foreal, These mothafuckas out here actin' fake
Everything I am is all because of everything I ain't

Yeah, Whatchu Say, Uh
Yeah, Whatchu Say, Uh
Yeah, Whatchu Say, Uh
Whatchu say, Yeah
Whatchu say, Uh

If you see me rollin' round, Come and tell me Wassup
If she pretty, cool, and brown ima tell her Hold Up
If you steady rollin' loud, Lemme hear a Wassup
And if you city livin' now, Then come and tell em Hold Up

Come again, Won't you go and tell a couple friends
Chasin' Benjamins, Tryna get the candy paint on twenty-twens
Spittin' this, VOA you know we comin' with the hits
Take the city over, Got these mothafuckas bobbin' heads
Always us and never them, Better learn about it, Uh
Got my family, Fuck a friend, Yeah we steady mobbin'
Artist in the purest form, Never did no robbin'
Why the fuck would I conform, This here's a rebel talkin'



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Padilla Jr
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