Hold Up lyrics

What they tell me I’ll be dealing on these streets like a felon
Money stacked to the wall, gotta get it, get it, y’all
Blowing smoke in the air, counting money in my chair
Cutting checks for these b*tches, ‘cause my pimping bring me b*tches
Hold up, what the f*ck
See, I don’t really give a f*ck about your cut
My money stacked to the ceiling
You think about me, you think a million
Head out my name, homegirl, these trunks right here will stump you
I’m p*ssed on wipping motherf*ckers, no time for discussions
I mind on my squriller, number one dealer
Catch me on my hood on some real sh*t, n*gga
Hold up, what the f*ck
See, I don’t really give a f*ck about your cut
My money stacked to the ceiling
You think about me, you think a million
You see me in that Limbo, I’m bumping, cruising Bristol
Maseratti in the back, put my n*ggers in my hizo
He headed to the shizzles, pocket full of pesos
Lights, camera, action, ready, here we dizzle
Hold up, what the f*ck
See, I don’t really give a f*ck about your cut
My money stacked to the ceiling
You think about me, you think a million
Get your ass beat, n*gga, when you’re talking that a lot
See you add a bat legal b*tch, you asking me of that
Say you’re back in red, n*gga, locked up, shot a dead rat
Now you’re f*cked up on the side walk, this way you’ve been hooked up
Hold up, what the f*ck
See, I don’t really give a f*ck about your cut
My money stacked to the ceiling
You think about me, you think a billion
You know it’s all no sex
n*gga, take it high, give it
This money to be made, and you n*ggers bullsh*t
Now what they knew about my hundreds?
A b*tch that stay blinded, a b*tch, you stay strapped on and always done for the riding
Hold up, what the f*ck
See, I don’t really give a f*ck about your cut
My money stacked to the ceiling
You think about me, you think a billion
What they tell me I’ll be dealing on these streets like a felon
Money stacked to the wall, gotta get it, get it, y’all
Blowing smoke in the air, counting money in my chair
Cutting checks for these b*tches, ‘cause my pimping bring me b*tches
Hold up, what the f*ck
See, I don’t really give a f*ck about your cut
My money stacked to the ceiling
You think about me, you think a million
They see me balling, cracking down, it’s on the every day basis
I step up in the club and it’s about lot of cases
It’s the real n*gga sh*t, you can feel it in my presence
And hear it a moment a bad b*tch is pull out a car
Hold up, what the f*ck
See, I don’t really give a f*ck about your cut
My money stacked to the ceiling
You think about me, you think a billion
She got my DPGS ride up to the day that I expire
Say b*tch, you’re a liar, put your pants on fire
Put it in the air, another sip to get me higher
Stop being scared, your b*tch come try out
Hold up, what the f*ck
See, I don’t really give a f*ck about your cut
My money stacked to the ceiling
You think about me, you think a billion
I wear a thousand on my feet, two hundred on my wrist
I give these boys a kiss and tell ‘em you’re dismissed
Unless they push and prox they got a big, big, stick
They got money in the back, n*gga, what you got?
Hold up, what the f*ck
See, I don’t really give a f*ck about your cut
My money stacked to the ceiling
You think about me, you think millions
This stone pound gangster
I’m silent like a movie
Cool c*nt collective, every now I lose it
Told my hoes f*ck em, no time for discussion
I’m all about my paper, I leave em in the dust
Hold up, what the f*ck
See, I don’t really give a f*ck about your cut
My money stacked to the ceiling
You think about me, you think a billion
What they tell me I’ll be dealing on these streets like a felon
Money stacked to the wall, gotta get it, get it, y’all
Blowing smoke in the air, counting money in my chair
Cutting checks for these b*tches, ‘cause my pimping bring me b*tches
Hold up, what the f*ck
See, I don’t really give a f*ck about your cut
My money stacked to the ceiling
You think about me, you think millions