Hold You Down (Remix)

"Hold You Down (Remix)"
(feat. Ace Hood, Fabolous, Rick Ross &

Usher)
I'll hold you remix (this the remix)
I'll hold you remix
You are, you are
Be sure you got a rider beside you to hold you
down

I'll hold you down, I'm on my way
My mama told me (you are) make sure you got
a rider beside you
Even if you ain't have all the money, fame and
the power
So I found her, fly shit, I jump up out her
I pick her low valley, she rock with me, it
don't matter
There goes my baby
Together we're better, you're a breath of fresh
air

Hold this ready and I'm round
You hold me down, I'mma hold you down
Now
I'mma get money, nigga, smell it on my gear
Black bottle, boy, baller hood billionaire
Boots in the mud, now it's marble floors
Staircases to the roof look like it's heaven's
door
Said a prayer for my woes who be dead and
gone
How could I let you down if you never hit the
phone?
Then they gave him all his money, make you go
insane
We fucked the game, she said she knew that I

would never change
Trap star, two bricks in the match box
Gold D's, fat boy, peanut butter top
I wanna spend a night with Jessica White
But is a dopeboy really Jessica type?
I'll hold you remix (I'll hold you, I'll hold you)
I'll hold you remix now
I'm on my way to hold you down
(We the best

Yeah, we the best at holding it down)
She said he don't hold her down right

Some day she'll be done with him
I say there's 7 days in the week, some day ain't
one of them
You gotta know your work, baby, don't give
'em no discount
All of mine are dime, you see a nine, it was a
miscount
And I'm the one to tell a bitch to bounce
I'm the one who getting this amount
I'm the one with this foreign shit
Name still getting mispronounced
Hold up, who you held down? When you ever

put bail down?

I'mma keep picking money up like the
motherfucker fell down
It's an us versus y'all thing, we a small gang
Just the two of us, baby, but we all bang
Bang, bang, bang like what set you claim
And when they asked me that, baby, you know
I said your name
Keys to the whip, key to the mansion

I fuck you while counting money, I'm just that
romantic
See we be Bonnie and Clyde and I keep that

heat like Adonis
And if it ever go down I know you won't snitch
to your honor
That's why you draped in designer, Chanel and
all kind of shit

She with the realest and all 'em lames are too
counterfeit

It's been a long time and she's still holding me
down
(This the remix)
Nevermind the hoes I've been fucking with
that's out of town (let's ride)
I done been through hell, had ups and downs
But in the long run still here
I apologize for when I be talking that freak shit
in the air
She still moaning, I know you want it, I go to
switching that gear
On everything, she never changed for real
That's why