Hol' Up

Hol' Up Hol' Up, Shorty looking like she wanna run up Not by yourself, aye get ya muscle up And why yo nigga lookin like he wanna turn up When I already told dude to get his hustle up And I don't give a f*ck bitch my middle finger up I been smashing on shit like dump trucks And I started from the bottom like elevators I'm really from the bricks so you should know I know what's up Yeah I know what's up and if I want it ima cop it and it really aint no stopping that And I see you talking cash, but lil nigga ima need for you to show me where the gwolla at And these hoes acting hard frontin' like they want problems They really don't want that, cuz you know who gone solve em Money leave you lil bitches in the cold like some ice packs. Ya get It So get the f*ck out my face lil bitches I don't f*ck with rats And I talk that life cuz I'm bout that, best not doubt that Me and my bitch in the cut like some alley cats And lean in my cup cuz I poured that The f*ck, why would I stunt you sluts Its too many bucks and a f*ck nigga, cant even get a feedback Ha. Aye what a nigga mad cuz I do it by myself The way I walk in the room niggas mad I don't need no help But I deserve respect, from a bitch ass nigga boy you know you need some help And why you flexin hard, when I know damn well you don't do it by your got dam self I know he lyin What they mad Money in the ring and she going for the belt I don't give a f*ck about you or ya crew so you know I could really give a f*ck how you felt And God is my witness, I kill shit no competition And I aint talking if it aint about business cuz I know what the business I know I'm fine any nigga wanna kill it That ass fat any nigga wanna feel it but back to the business, I'm tryna see a million While these niggas flexing for these bitches Me and my team finessing for a ticket Ya dig it? Ya get it? Ya wit it? I flip it And we on a money mission lets get it