Hold Up
Hold up
Didn't you tell me you didn't wanna fuck her?
You just friends and you can pretend and say it again
But I saw you get excited over late night texts (oooh)
It must be nice to say I'm lying
It must be nice to see the ways that I been tryna prove
What I can I do
But I'm through
Man fuck her and fuck you too
Cus I don't wanna believe it
(Believe it)
Don't wanna believe it yeah
So strung up on feelings
(On feelings)
What's the point in feeling yeah
Been kicked I been bruised
And it's me I turn to
So if you think I need you get that out your head
Cus I've held my own for so long
I'll hold on some more
Hold up
Bitch why you calling asking me for money?
You ain't a 10
Less than a friend
Using these men
Just so you can get a ride in the back of a Benz
(Oooh)
It must be tough to see me winning
I know these free clothes really got you in your feelings
You got no M.O
Bitch you old
Wallets as empty as that soul you sold
Cus I don't wanna believe it
(Believe it)
Don't wanna believe it yeah
So strung up on feelings
(On feelings)
What's the point in feeling yeah
Been kicked I been bruised
And it's me I turn to
So if you think I need you get that out your head
Cus I've held my own for so long
I'll hold on some more
Didn't you tell me you didn't wanna fuck her?
You just friends and you can pretend and say it again
But I saw you get excited over late night texts (oooh)
It must be nice to say I'm lying
It must be nice to see the ways that I been tryna prove
What I can I do
But I'm through
Man fuck her and fuck you too
Cus I don't wanna believe it
(Believe it)
Don't wanna believe it yeah
So strung up on feelings
(On feelings)
What's the point in feeling yeah
Been kicked I been bruised
And it's me I turn to
So if you think I need you get that out your head
Cus I've held my own for so long
I'll hold on some more
Hold up
Bitch why you calling asking me for money?
You ain't a 10
Less than a friend
Using these men
Just so you can get a ride in the back of a Benz
(Oooh)
It must be tough to see me winning
I know these free clothes really got you in your feelings
You got no M.O
Bitch you old
Wallets as empty as that soul you sold
Cus I don't wanna believe it
(Believe it)
Don't wanna believe it yeah
So strung up on feelings
(On feelings)
What's the point in feeling yeah
Been kicked I been bruised
And it's me I turn to
So if you think I need you get that out your head
Cus I've held my own for so long
I'll hold on some more
Credits
Writer(s): Sasha Keable, Charlie Pitts, Azares Kent
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