Lyrics HOLD UP - Giggs, French Montana

HOLD UP

Top shotta
Hah
Got the paper on my mind (Hold up)
Take that bad bitch with you (Hold up)
Got a crib on the yacht (Hold up)
Turn the bag into two
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up
Turn the bag into two
Bodegas with ahkis, talkin' G pack salamis
I’m talkin' hammers with bodies
Been wavy, tsunami (Tsunami)
Had to starve and wait, not reincarnated
Young LeBron to be the first down, young Tom Brady
Missile, ref brought your own whistle
Referees and DACA visas for the refugees
And if you talkin' white, go and grab your skis (Skis)
If you ain’t talk about no paper, you speakin' Lebanese
Glad we made it from the gladiator school
When they pull me over, confiscate the tool, you stoppin' who?
I turn your brain to ramen noodle, copy?
Cool
Cuckoo puffs, got buku bucks for that voodoo opp
Been player, brick layer
A Lam' parker, K sprayer
Miracle whip sandwich, you niggas gon' get embarrassed
Had the paramedics scramble like Randall with your body
Young Illuminati
Man, I can rap and shoot (Hah?)
Jumped off the plane, saw the money, no parachute (Hah?)
Niggas that you can’t recruit
Fresh off the stoop
Wanna fuck with me go and grab your group
You’d rather hoop than grab the K and shoot
Talkin' guns, we got bazookas
Can’t roofie ruthless niggas
On the top of roof with the scope
All we had was hope, rather that
Go and grab a rope around your neck and kick the chair
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up
Turn the bag into two
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up
Turn the bag into two
Yeah, shit is lit
Straight up, this is it (Yeah, yeah)
Snap snap, fisher pit (Fisher)
Man are dumb, thick as shit (Haha)
Hold up, hold up (Hold up)
Big man and grown-ups (Yeah)
Weed I roll up (Roll up)
Talk greazy, phone her
Yeah, 'bout the ketchup
Count the cash up, nigga, count the cash up
Hollowman, he might just order lobster (Yeah, yeah)
When on the clock, he might just light the snapper (Umm)
Plenty hollered, jets, sterling, dollars
Yeah, nowadays when niggas mention Giggs (Ah)
Most the time they talkin' 'bout the rapper (Jheeze)
All about that money business
Watch these niggas stunt until they money’s finished
Now they wanna run it on some funny business (Swish, swish)
Lemons, ammi, soon, billions, Grammy’s
Ask them old school niggas 'bout him, yeah
Mention Giggs, they’ll tell you 'bout the trapper (Trapper)
Tell 'em run it (Run it)
Tell 'em bring it and they brung it (Brung it)
If it’s fire then I bun it (Bun it)
Now you went and gone and done it (Yeah)
Bringin' sonic
Man drink 'Yac, ain’t fuckin' with no gin and tonic (Nah)
Man get table tennis when I ping and pong it (Pong it, pong it)
Ain’t no sing and songin' when I bring the wallet (Wallet, wallet)
Every time I drop new shit I bring the sonics (Sonics, sonics)
Any time I swing this shit I swing it soid (Yeah, yeah)
Man just hit up Dublin to bring the chronic
Bitch about to wax it up and bring the pilot
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up
Turn the bag into two
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up
Turn the bag into two
Got the paper on my mind (Hold up)
Take that bad bitch with you (Hold up)
Got a crib on the yacht (Hold up)
Turn the bag into two
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up
Turn the bag into two