Hol' Up

Did you put that **** 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 *****

**** 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 *****

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

Hold up say hold up hold up say hold up hold up

Look I did this **** for the hoes I did this **** for the youth

I did this **** for the gang gang I did this **** for the wave

All of you knew ****** sound the same

You cannot say this don't sound the same

When they hear this they gone 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

I'ma 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 **** ain't you

It ain't the same nothing was the same I'm drake with the views

Its 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 *****

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

Hold up say hold up hold up say hold up say hold up

I'm rapping and trapping I'm trapping I'm robing

While you ****** acting I'm about that action

Boy you ain't about nothing my ***** what's happening

Know that they napping let's flip up the mattress

We gone 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 ***** something

Go buy that ***** something before she run up under me

She gone come andalay she gone 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 ***** she so bad

Trips to Barbados we sit in the sand and we listen to jazz

Getting this bag I kick it with Chaz ***** look at my swag

I'm in my G wag my mom's got a beamer

And my ***** 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 *****

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

Hold up say hold up hold up say hold up say hold up