Hol' Up (feat. Shy Glizzy)

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 keeping 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 rapping and trapping, I'm trapping I'm robbing 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