Hold Up lyrics

[ Richh lifee
Richh lifee
Richh lifee

I'm just out here getting rich
Ima f*ck that n*ggas b*tch
Ima make a poor b*tch rich
Ima make a poor b*tch rich

Ima f*ck her on the beach
Ima knock her off the leash
We be too f*cking geeked
Jack Wreck OG ]

Sweet aromatic got them diamonds in my patek
Semi automatic when I shoot the aim fantastic
Shooters on go drive by, run up on me you die
Say you got shooters you lie, n*ggas ain’t by yo side

It can get hectic
Alla deez n*ggas with weapons
Acting tough gon teach yo ass a f*cking lesson
Shoot you with a smith and Wesson

Walk with a strap for protection
It's in my lap when I drive
Pull up on me ima fire
Right in the eye with a .9

Ima cop a AR-15
One with a scope and a beam
I fell in love with machines
I fell in love with moneyyy

I got like 4 pockets full
My necklace as wet as a pool
Construction I walk with a tool
Construction I walk with a toool

Them n*gga's ain’t part of my crew
Them n*ggas ain't ready to shoot
Got weapons like I'm Q Da Fool
Got weapons like I'm Q Da Foool

I'm in DC on a scooter
I'm watching the game at a hooters
Taking a flight to Aruba
On da way smoke a Cuban, for real
n*ggas out here do a lot of talking
A lot a hating n*ggas and lot a stalking
Tell that boy right there he need to stop it
If he keep on talking then I'm finna pop em x2

Hold up, wait!
It's a lot a people watching
A lot of b*tches that’s Thottin
A lot of n*ggas who’s plottin

In the driveway I got options
My b*tches and my whips exotic
My gas'll put you in coffin
We be on smoking on that chronic

We be smoking on that OG
All these b*tches wanna know me
Ya n*gga said he was my homie
f*ck that n*gga cause he owe me

Ima get his b*tch to blow me
She sucking me she got no teeth
Ima pass her to my homie
And block they number they the police

n*ggas out here do a lot of talking
A lot a hating n*ggas and lot a stalking
Tell that boy right there he need to stop it
If he keep on talking then I’m finna pop em x2
- C.K