Pr3am - Hold Up Lyrics

Hold up we lit
I just blew a check on my fit
Only chanel dior galore
I put some respeck on my bitch
Bought a bottle tryna sip
Gang wit me in the vip
We aint trippin offa shit

Hold up we lit
I just blew a check on my fit
Only chanel dior galore
I put some respeck on my bitch
Bought a bottle tryna sip
Gang wit me in the vip
We aint trippin offa shit

Hold up we livin
I just got a check from a mission
I hustled 2 get in position
Honestly I don't see no competition
Nigga we drippin
Winning was written
I came outta nowhere wit vision
Now peep out my diamonds dey glisten
I rep 4 my niggaz in prison
On tuna & chicken
My money keep flippin
Get 2 da bag & i'm dippin
Pop me a bottle i'm sippin
My shooters extended the clippin So opps come up missin
Im heavy wit whipping
I be abusing the kitchen
Feeding the streets that I live in
Built my way outta the pitching
Nicca i'm different

Hold up we lit
I just blew a check on my fit
Only chanel dior galore
I put some respeck on my bitch
Bought a bottle tryna sip
Gang wit me in the vip
We aint trippin offa shit

Hold up we lit
I just blew a check on my fit
Only chanel dior galore
I put some respeck on my bitch
Bought a bottle tryna sip
Gang wit me in the vip
We aint trippin offa shit

We back on the roll
My section is goin up
Bishes losing contol
We getting hella bent
Its just me & the bros
I see my opp in the spot
Hope he don't think he low
I'm 50 u already know
Forever a go
I hustle fasho
My shoes is balency
My jeans is amiri
Dey low
My money 2 heavy
Got waps of dat fetty da whoa
I hit the hood & be mackin forever da flow
I Get It rocking from
From paper to snow
No regular joe
I get 2 da dough
I don't got a wifey so i'm out here hitting da hoes
See me finessin & livin my life wit the bros
Play yo position & come wit me after my show
Make sure u bring u some friends for the bros
Don't f*ck up da flow