Hol' Up (feat. Shy Glizzy)

This is the soundtrack to my life

Yeah, this the soundtrack to my life

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

Yeah, just don't count me out

Yeah, 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

Yeah, just don't count me out

Hol' up, say hol' up

Hol' up, say hol' up

Hol' up, yeah 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 **** 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

20s, 50s, 100s, got 'em heard it all

I just might buy me an island

Horsing around in Ferraris let's set it off

You and your bros flying private

All of your hoes on my private

They finna ball

I'ma finesse it through college

Long as she keep them toes polished

Problem solved like oh

Out with the old and in with the new

Yeah it's a goal, messy 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 out of control

You can't control while keeping it true

Yeah, 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

Yeah, 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 and rapping

While you **** acting, I'm 'bout that action

Boy you ain't 'bout nothin'

My **** what's happenin'?

Know that they napping

Let's flip up they 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 **** 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, andale

And she gon' come andale

She know I'm the money man

We come from nothin'

We don't ask for nothin'

We got more juice than Minute Maid

We lay up in the shade

We countin' 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 mom's got a Beamer

And my bitch got a Jag

Yeah, 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

Yeah, just don't count me out

Hol' up, say hol' up

Hol' up, say hol' up

Hol' up, yeah