Hold On - Curren$y, Young Roddy, Trademark

And they still won’t let my homegirl in the suite

I don’t know what that’s about

A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main bitch, yuh

Yeah, yeah

I been the man

And I am still, stainless (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah

Bitches know the planes (Yeah)

Yeah, ugh!

A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main bitch

I been the man and I am still, stainless

Haters caught vapor, inhaling the anguish

Kill these beats, humane fashion: painless

Cell phone my bids to auctions, cop paintings

Gotta have 'em more than Caine-Loc needed them Daytons

Jets X Nes' Phips, crack lacerations

Dope cuts, motherfucker, catch up

Your girl eyes wandering, she wonder if that’s us

Heard about that Spitta stroke and she wan' be next up

Homie mad talking about boy when I catch up

Shit bound to get all messed up, and that’s so messed up

Let’s go rest up, I be in the cut

Got a can of Ozium in the truck

Fresh cut, word to Gucci Mane, «Photoshoot»

Spitta in your city, homie, send them hoes through, yeah

Yeah, hold on (Hold on)

Let me find something to roll up on

Baby girl, hold on (Hold on)

Let me find something to roll up on

Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home

One out in front the house don’t mean I’m gone

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Start a business, mind ya own, fool (Yeah!)

And I stayed on my job when them niggas got lazy

And look how I changed them hood hoes to ladies

And look how I turned them hoopties to Mercedes

And I admit, to quit shootin' ball was kinda crazy

But I was too focused on getting bread, pay me

Now they telling all of those DJ’s to play me

Mama sat me down and told me all about the 80s

My favorite color was green, like money, since a baby

The niggas turn flaky, bitches turn shady

But no more gray days, I waved goodbye to Macy

Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGrady

And that’s on everything, that 31st raised me

And that’s on everything, got Adidas in all flavors

Practice make perfect, perfect make paper

Paper take patience, and I’m still waiting

So it’s, «Fuck you, pay me,» I’ve been ranned out of favors

Yeah

Yeah, hold on (Hold on)

Let me find something to roll up on

Baby girl, hold on (Hold on)

Let me find something to roll up on

Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home

One out in front the house don’t mean I’m gone

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Start a business, mind ya own, fool

Yeah, I’m just playing my position, posted like a center

Money on my mind, the bank account getting thicker

Blowing out of pounds, cases of the liquor

Surrounded by these bitches, I’m far from fictitious

Niggas claim they G, but they startin' to look suspicious

Hating on the planes every time my name gets mentioned

I don’t pay 'em no attention, I keep on twisting up

This purp is so sticky, it’s getting stuck to my fingers

Jet set, we here, hitting the game from all angles

Got it in a chokehold, it’s more like a strangle

Say I’m one of the best and I ain’t never dropped a single

My flow on point, you can tell from the lingo

Christmas sack of trees, yeah I’m smoking Kris Kringle

Blue cheese, sour dies' and the kush tastes mango

Trade keep it real, I ain’t nowhere near lame-o

The plane’s on the way, clear the runway and the lanes, ho

Yeah, hold on (Hold on)

Let me find something to roll up on

Baby girl, hold on (Hold on)

Let me find something to roll up on

Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home

One out in front the house don’t mean I’m gone

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Start a business, mind ya own, fool