Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hol' Up, artist - Chaz French. Album song True Colors, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Motown, Universal Music
Song language: English
Hol' Up |
Did you put that shit on it? |
Can you turn the beat up too? |
Yea yea yea yea yea yea |
This the soundtrack to my life |
Yea this the soundtrack to my life take a trip |
You ain’t got to hold me down I hold my own in this bitch |
Shit kept my word stayed true you know how this can get when it’s real |
One thing just don’t count me out yo just don’t count me out |
Yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip |
You ain’t got to hold me down |
I hold my own in this bitch |
Kept my word stayed true |
You know how this can get when it’s real |
One thing just don’t count me out |
Yea just don’t count me out |
Hol' up say hol' up, Hol' up say hol' up, Hol' up say hol' up |
Look I did this shit for the hoes, I did this shit for the youth |
I did this shit for the gang gang, I did this shit for the wave |
All of you new niggas sound the same you cannot say this don’t sound the same |
When they hear this they gon feel a way unless I add a xan or lean and 100K |
Money, money, money piling 20's, 50's, 100's got em heard it all |
I just might buy me an island |
Horsing around in Ferraris let set it off |
You and your bros flying privates |
All of your hoes on my private they finna ball |
Ima finesse it through college long as she keep them toes polished |
Problem solved like ohhhh |
Out with the old and in with the new |
Yea it’s a goal messie with the goals |
Man this shit ain’t you |
It ain’t the same nothing was the same I’m Drake with the views |
It’s outta control you can’t control while keepin it true |
Yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip |
You ain’t got to hold me down |
I hold my own in this bitch |
Kept my word stayed true |
You know how this can get when it’s real |
One thing just don’t count me out |
Yea just don’t count me out |
Hol' up say hol' up, Hol' up say hol' up, Hol' up say hol' up |
I’m rappin and trappin, I’m trappin I’m robbin |
While you niggas acting I’m about that action |
Boy you ain’t about nothing, my nigga what’s happening |
Know that they napping, let’s flip up the mattress |
We gon wake em and slap em |
All of this gold, can’t wait to go platinum and see they reaction |
New Gucci on me these niggas look bummy |
Boy go spend some hundreds go buy your bitch something |
Go buy that bitch something before she run up under me |
She gon come andalay she gon come andalay she know I’m the money man |
We come from nothing we don’t ask for anything |
We got more juice than Minute Made |
We laid up in the shade we counting this cash my bitch she so bad |
Trips to Barbados we sit in the sand and we listen to Jazz |
Getting this bag I kick it with Chaz, bitch look at my swag |
I’m in my G-Wag, my moms got a beamer and my bitch got a Jag |
Yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip |
You ain’t got to hold me down |
I hold my own in this bitch |
Kept my word stayed true |
You know how this can get when it’s real |
One thing just don’t count me out |
Yea just don’t count me out |
Hol' up say hol' up, Hol' up say hol' up, Hol' up say hol' up |