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Wait, ayy, hold on, hold on Hold on, what, hold on, you say bro? Hold on I be out, yeah, I gotta hold on Huh, Dexter What? Ha, hold on No, close that door, hold on, I'll be right back Haha, yeah, ooh I got money in my pocket, tell these niggas hold on I got bitches on my dick, I tell that bitch to hold on I be riding in that Lamb', I swear to God, yeah, hold on Boy, you better hold on, fuck your bitch then hold on Hold on, hold on, get that money, hold on I got bands in my pockets, tell these bitches hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on And you riding in that Lamb', well boy, you better hold on I be riding in my Lambo, tell my bitch to hold on She been suckin' on my dick way, yeah, too long I be gettin' money and you know my money too strong Baby, yeah, hold on, wait, baby girl, go home I be, what? Yeah, what? Flexing hard, yeah Do my diamonds, what? Yeah, shine up in the dark, yeah I can't fuck with niggas if they foo and they flodge, yeah Catch your bitch sucking dick in my backyard, yeah Ooh, 'cause she like that Ooh, I ain't gon' tell nobody, bring it right back Yeah, he text me right back I'ma get money, yeah, you know that big band, ha, Dexter, what? I got money in my pocket, tell these niggas hold on I got bitches on my dick, I tell that bitch to hold on I be riding in that Lamb', I swear to God, yeah, hold on Boy, you better hold on, fuck your bitch then hold on Hold on, hold on, get that money, hold on I got bands in my pockets, tell these bitches hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on And you riding in that Lamb', well boy, you better hold on Yeah, Glock on my waist, bitch, you better hold on I'll shoot you in your face and make your ass go home All these bitches on my waist, I told her ass hold on Wait, baby, hold on, I'm getting money, hold on Yeah, me, huh, diamonds on me, you know my teeth Diamond ring, I fuck your bitch if she want some money Not a thing, huh, wait? Huh, baby girl, hold on Wait, you think I'm dumb, huh? Baby girl, have some fun Hold on, bitch, yeah, what? Riding 'round with a stick though Playing bitches like a what? Playing bitches like Nintendo Hold on, bitch, what? Riding 'round with a stick though Tryna shoot like what? Blame a nigga out the window, yeah I got money in my pocket, tell these niggas hold on I got bitches on my dick, I tell that bitch to hold on I be riding in that Lamb', I swear to God, yeah, hold on Boy, you better hold on, fuck your bitch then hold on Hold on, hold on, get that money, hold on I got bands in my pockets, tell these bitches hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on And you riding in that Lamb', well boy, you better hold on Yeah, huh, huh, hold on Bitch, I'm riding in the Masi', tell them bitches hold on, yeah Gramm's on the beat so I had to go home, yeah Had to yeah, uh, get my strong, Dexter
Writer(s): Dexter Tiewon Jr Gore, Julian Gramma Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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