Hold Up

[Hook: Trae Tha Truth] I’m feeling like I’m fly as fuck, no planes Yelling where them haters at, ain’t nothing changed Still talking white bricks, cocaine In the club with one hundred racks, I’m just saying Yeah bitch I might (Hold up(x6) Yeah)(x2) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I’m just saying, hold up California ‘rari bitch top just fold up Nigga 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 nigga 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 pussy nigga think different pussy nigga tripping It’s Jizzle from the bottom die a legend out this bitch I get to whipping up that fo’ and get a seven out that bitch [Hook: Trae Tha Truth] [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] King of the streets, it’s when it drops I’m startin’ Bitch 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 bitch and repossess her like you owe that Put her in a flick and display her like she was Kodak King motherfucker I’m classic like I was throwback This ain’t what you want pussy nigga, 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 niggas in the city of the slow shit Well they pulled up and they bang something Them laws come we don’t know shit Street nigga problems, we don’t never duck ‘em I’m an asshole, Trae forever young and fuck ‘em Nuts hanging to the point it ain’t no where to stuff ‘em I let my chain play nigga, 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 nigga, I know the mayor I can call it Yeah that’s above the law call it what you call it Don’t take no shit ’cause I ain’t no toilet See me shawty you see me ballin’! I pulled up, hopped out sharp as shit Rolls Royce so big can’t park the shit You ain’t ’bout that life quit startin’ shit Cause we ain’t gon’ wanna hear that "I'm sorry" shit [Hook] [Outro: Diddy] Ay yo, ABN Trae The Truth Kings, baby I got stadium place, bitches And I ain’t just talkin’ to women neither