Hold Up

Hold up Didn't you tell me you didn't wanna fuck her? You just friends and you can pretend and say it again But I saw you get excited over late night texts, whoa It must be nice to say I'm lying It must be nice to see the ways that I been tryna prove What I can do but, bitch, I'm through Man, fuck her and fuck you too 'Cause I don't wanna believe it (believe it) Don't wanna believe it, yeah (believe it) So strung up on feelings (on feelings) What's the point in feeling, yeah? (Of Feeling) Been kicked, I been bruised, it's me I turn to So if you think I need you get that out your head 'Cause I've held my own for so long I'll hold on some more Hold up Bitch, why you calling asking me for money? You ain't a ten, less than a friend Using these men just so you can get a ride in the back of a Benz, whoa It must be tough to see me winning I know these free clothes really got you in your feelings You got no M.O, bitch, you old Wallets as empty as that soul you sold 'Cause I don't wanna believe it (believe it) Don't wanna believe it, yeah (believe it) So strung up on feelings (on feelings) What's the point in feeling, yeah? (Of Feeling) Been kicked, I been bruised, it's me I turn to So if you think I need you get that out your head 'Cause I've held my own for so long I'll hold on some more