The Beat Bully - Hold Up lyrics

[Hook: Trae Tha Truth] I'm feeling like I'm fly as f**, no planes Yelling where them haters at, ain't nothing changed Still talking white bricks, c**aine In the club with one hundred racks, I'm just saying Yeah b**h I might (Hold up(x6) Yeah)(x2) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I'm just saying, hold up California ‘rari b**h top just fold up n***a with an attitude Michael Kors polo Top'll get to popping make them freeze up like a photo Nightmares about the feds smelling like Hermes Black with a check now you Cortez The exorcist n***a when I roll it turn heads Put some Ninas ‘til they froze like staring at Medusa hair You see me in these streets on these beats With them hoes of the kitchen A p**y n***a think different p**y n***a tripping It's Jizzle from the bottom die a legend out this b**h I get to whipping up that fo' and get a second out that b**h [Hook: Trae Tha Truth] [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] King of the streets, it's when it drops I'm startin' b**h I ball for the city just like my last name Harden So much green inside the trunk it should've stayed in the garden All I do is pay the price never ask what they charging I pull up on your b**h and repossess her like you owe that Put her in a flick and display her like she was Kodak King motherf**er I'm cla**ic like I was throwback This ain't what you want p**y n***a, you better know that Too deep in this ‘rari, something blowing like Bob Marley Hit my youngin' with a chopper Tell him ride like Harley I do this for my n***as in the city of the slow sh** Well they pulled up and they bang something Them laws come we don't know sh** Street n***a problems, we don't never duck ‘em I'm an a**hole, Trae forever young and f** ‘em Nuts hanging to the point it ain't no where to stuff ‘em I let my chain play n***a, I don't ever tuck ‘em [Hook: Trae Tha Truth] [Verse 3: T.I.] Jays in the yard, Ki's in the kitchen AKs' in the closet a quarter million in the ceiling All the yay we distributing no wonder how they never caught me All I gotta say is pay your taxes pay your lawyer fee Think im runnin' round a n***a, I know the mayor I can call it Yeah that's above the law call it what you call it Don't take no sh** 'cause I ain't no toilet See me shawty you see me ballin'! I pulled up, hopped out sharp as sh** Rolls Royce so big can't park the sh** You ain't 'bout that life quit startin' sh** Cause we ain't gon' wanna hear that ol' siren sh** [Hook] [Outro: Diddy] Ay yo, ABN Trae The Truth Kings, baby I got stadium place, b**hes And I ain't just talkin' to women neither