TQ - Hold Up Lyrics

Aye
Uh
YGG shit

I tell a fuck nigga hold up
A bitch to come bring me that paper
And hoe don't be late
Niggas be starving they ain't getting no money
And really be mad they ain't having no plate
Don't fuck with no base but them racks in a safe
If I take 'ya hoe we won't go on no dates
I give her D and then go 'bout my day
She go back to you I'm a go catch a play

Now ain't that a bitch
I guess it's life
Gamble with me and you gone pay that price
I never been scared I'm rolling the dice
Fucking with Gucci lost three in a night
I'm making it back I ain't gone trip
I just got a pack I smoke out the zip
I had a P before I had a hit
It's somebody calling new money
Who this?
Hold on
Hello?
I'm in the trap getting busy
I'm tryna break down a pound
Huh
Selling that shit by the zippy
Tryna take over the city
Bro banging red and he don't know Trippie
But he got some dreads he 'em keep a semi
These rappers is breakfast I eat em like Denny's
Pause
I keep that heat like I'm Jimmy
My shirt is Gucci but my belt from Fendi
Ain't never had shit so I get it and spend it
I'm smoking on dope don't confuse me wit Demi
I'm sipping on lean don't pass me no Henny or Remy
If I shot my shot I'd be twenty for twenty
Hit many of dimes and plenty of pennies
Them hoes that was laughing trying to give me that kitty

I tell a fuck nigga hold up
A bitch to come bring me that paper
And hoe don't be late
Niggas be starving they ain't getting no money
And really be mad they ain't having no plate
Don't fuck with no base but then racks in a safe
If I take ya hoe we won't go on no dates
I give her D and then go bout my day
She go back to you ina go catch a play