Montie - Hold Up Lyrics

Yea Yea Its Montie
Straight out of college, I came to the pros and I'm f*cking the game up
Yo bitch she love knowledge, my dick is the book and its f*cking her brain up
We dump on an opp if we have to, like a kettlebell boy we'll snatch you
Pistol whip to the face, that will leave a mark mmmm tattoo
I got the bill what you drinking
That look in yo eyes what you thinking
I'm the hottest nigga coming out the south id agree quite frankly
Sit yo ass down and behave
Or you can get lost in this wave
If Meg be driving the boat
Well bitch I'll pull up in a tank
Woah lemme talk my shit, ice on m wrist, real real critical
Woah lemme talk my shit that look on yo face real real pitiful
I'm having my way like a jockey
Stick to your goals no hockey
The best on the field letterman
Bad bitches outside let em in
Aye how you do this to this beat
Just hold
Got them Jordan's on yo feet
Just hold
Got a new bitch like every week
Just hold up
What's on my plate it's time to eat
Just hold up
Verse two, I swear there's nobody that's f*cking with me (Who you)
The flow is so hot it's 100 degrees (Who knew)
That id be the savior straight outta SC (Ouuu ouuu)
You ask for the boss and they sent you to me
His music whack and I know it hurts
She listens to me for a better verse
Brown girls taste like ice cream
Red ones taste like Hi-Ci
Fish outta water no Pisces
Walk into my crib baby just to sight see
Now we on to some better things, ion fear commitment just a wedding ring
Woah lemme talk my shit, number 1 pick, score like a give and go
Woah lemme talk my shit, number 1 pick some shit you ain't seen before
I use to get head in the movies
I press on her scalp like a dubbie
Shhh shhh your throat too loud damn girl the movies gone sue
Aye how you do this to this beat
Just hold up
Got them new Jordan's on ya feet
Just hold up
Got a new bitch like every week
Just hold up
What's on my plate it's time to eat
Just hold up