Hold Tight (Reference) lyrics
by Kanye West
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse]
Heart colder than my Rollie (Oh, yeah)
And my Rollie colder than your Rollie
Lil' n*gga, you is not my woadie (Oh, yeah)
Told a lil' b*tch get all of these diamonds
Take the mula, bae, like they on some molly
Richard Mille wippin'
Uh, yeah, I go Grand Theft Auto (Damn)
Kinda feel like I'm on Vice City (Oh, yeah)
That b*tch she sniff all my coke
That b*tch she smoke all my dope (Dope)
c*m on the titties (Yeah)
No, I don't want her, that little b*tch, she a ho
That little b*tch, she a ho
Look at my belt, all the Goyard sh*t so old
All the Goyard sh*t so old (Oh, yeah)
Shirt tucked in like I’m [?]
Got yo' b*tch, I swear she feelin' me, ayy (Feelin' me)
I'm gettin' money so you know I'm not gon' do it
My n*gga, he chill with that lemon squeeze, ayy (Oh, yeah)
Pulled up on that b*tch, like, "Where my money at?" (Where my money at?), ayy
Pulled up on that b*tch, like, "Where my hundreds at?" (All my hundreds at), ayy
Pulled up on that b*tch, like, "Where my money at?" (Where my money at?)
She said my di*k is so big it gave her cardiac (Arrest)
Me, because I'm black? Yeah, and my diamonds white
You can't spend a night if you cannot take the pipe, damn, oh, yeah
She wanna f*ck tonight, like, "Damn, oh, yeah"
All my b*tches white, like, "Damn, oh, yeah" (Oh, yeah)
I know what you like, like, "Damn, oh, yeah" (Oh, yeah)
b*tch, I'm just yo' type (Oh, yeah)
Five thousand dollars for one pair of jeans, yeah (Ayy)
Jacket Helmut Lang, yeah (Ayy), sneakers, they McQueen, yeah (Oh, yeah)
b*tch, I got this, you ain't got it
Let me do me, I'ma do it
White b*tch on me, black b*tch on me
Oh my God, this sh*t looking like clueless
I just made all this damn money (Ooh), so f*ck n*gga, you can keep yo' two-seat (Yeah, woo)
Diamonds so tight on my neck [?] (Uh)
Diamonds so tight on my neck like, loose, b*tch (No)
Okay, these n*gga talkin', you ain't wit' it, I might put yo' ass right up on a news clip
Askin' me what I got up on my feet, uh, b*tch, this some new sh*t (Oh, yeah)
Uh, yeah, this some new sh*t, callin' my phone like, n*gga, I'm routed (Oh, yeah)
Me and my girl only eat overseas, on the real, I am so dumb and ruthless, ayy (Oh, yeah)