Hold On

Hold on, she told me she love my new song

Pass to the homie like go long

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Not keeping track what I spent, I'm balling

Look at my phone now, lil baby calling

Why she telling me she love me?

Hold on

I know her friend wanna fuck me

Hold on

White gold on my neck

I'm going south bound on a jet (We on a jet)

Homies telling me I'm different

They wasn't saying that before the check

Bitch, I'm dying 'bout respect, hold on

Hop out that brand new McLaren

Yeah, this a foreign 720S

Bitch, I'm nothin' like the rest, hold on

She telling me that I'm cocky

Sorry, lil baby, that's just my demeanor (That's just my demeanor)

After I'm done with ya hoe come pick her up

You can redeem her (Come get ya hoe)

Bitch, I'm ridin' in that Benz GLE, wide-body, fuck a Beamer (Big GLE)

I'm sorry, baby, can't slow down

I'm on the road doing shows now

Living this shit, baby, why would I lie 'bout it?

We ain't together like why would you cry 'bout it?

Brand new Ferrari, like 200 miles on it (200 200, oh yeah)

G5 need a pilot, I'm staying seaside by the island (I'm by the island)

Bitch, I'm in a different climate

Contract ten mil, I ain't signing (Nah nah)

Hold on, she told me she love my new song

Pass to the homie like go long

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Not keeping track what I spent, I'm balling

Look at my phone now, lil baby calling

Why she telling me she love me?

Hold on

I know her friend wanna fuck me

Hold on

White gold on my neck

I'm going south bound on a jet

Homies telling me I'm different

They wasn't saying that before the check

Bitch, I'm dying 'bout respect, hold on

Hop out that brand new McLaren

Yeah, this a foreign 720S

Bitch, I'm nothin' like the rest

She want that 1942

She want them big bands, yeah the blues

She want that G Wag, brand new

She want Chanel bag, got her two

She know she the baddest in the room

Buss it down, baby, hold up, put it on me

She talking wild, baby, can you show me?

You gotta prove everything you told me

Hold on, she told me she love my new song

Pass to the homie like go long

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Not keeping track what I spent, I'm balling

Look at my phone now, lil baby calling

Why she telling me she love me?

Hold on

I know her friend wanna fuck me

Hold on

White gold on my neck

I'm going south bound on a jet (We on a jet)

Homies telling me I'm different

They wasn't saying that before the check

Bitch, I'm dying 'bout respect, hold on

Hop out that brand new McLaren

Yeah, this a foreign 720S

Bitch, I'm nothin' like the rest, hold on