Hol' Up - Chaz French, 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 keepin 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 rappin and trappin, I’m trappin I’m robbin

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