Trae Tha Truth - Hold Up Lyrics
[Intro: Diddy]King mother*****erAy yo, some of y’all *****es be mother*****in’ speeding and talking out of turnYou need to slow the ***** down and hold up manAy yo, Trae The Truth, get at these niggas, c’monI am king, you know what it is***** came up to me, she said “who you is?”You know what I had to tell herI said “I’m Diddy, *****!”[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]I’m feelin’ like I’m fly as *****, no planesYellin’ where them haters at? Ain’t nothin’ changedStill talkin’ white bricks, cocaineIn the club with a hundred racks, I’m just sayin’Yeah, ***** I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold upYeah, wait a minute *****Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold upYeah, I’m just sayin’[Verse 1: Jeezy]I’m just sayin’ hold upCalifornia ‘rari *****, top just fold upNigga with an attitude, Michael Kors poloTop’ll get to poppin’, make ‘em freeze up like a photoNightmares ’bout the feds, smellin’ like HermesBlack with a check, now you CortezThe exorcist nigga, when I roll it turn headsPut some Ninas ‘to they ‘fros/froze like starin’ at Medusa hairYou see me in these streets on these beatsWith them hoes of the kitchenA ***** nigga think different, ***** nigga trippin’It’s Jizzle from the bottom, die a legend out this *****I get to whippin’ up that fo’, and get a second out that *****[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]I’m feelin’ like I’m fly as *****, no planesYellin’ where them haters at? Ain’t nothin’ changedStill talkin’ white bricks, cocaineIn the club with a hundred racks, I’m just sayin’Yeah, ***** I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold upYeah, wait a minute *****Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold upYeah, I’m just sayin’[Verse 2: Trae]King of the streets, twin drops I’m storin’***** I ball for the city, just like my last name HortonSo much green inside the trunk, it should’ve stayed in the gardenAll I do is pay the price, I never ask what they chargin’I pull up on your ***** and repossess her like you owe thatPut her in a flick and and display her like she was KodakKing mother*****er I’m classic like I was throwbackThis ain’t what you want ***** nigga, you better know thatToo deep in this ‘rari, something blowin’ like Bob MarleyHit my youngin’ with a chopper, tell him ride like HarleyI do this for my niggas in the city of the slow shitWell they pulled up , and they bang somethingThem laws come, we don’t know shitStreet nigga problems, we don’t never duck ‘emI’m an *****, Trae forever young ‘n ***** ‘emNuts hangin’ to the point it ain’t nowhere to stuff ‘emI let my chain play nigga, I don’t ever tuck ‘em[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]I’m feelin’ like I’m fly as *****, no planesYellin’ where them haters at? Ain’t nothin’ changedStill talkin’ white bricks, cocaineIn the club with a hundred racks, I’m just sayin’Yeah, ***** I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold upYeah, wait a minute *****Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold upYeah, I’m just sayin’[Verse 3: T.I.]Jays in the yard, Ki’s in the kitchenAKs in the closet, a quarter million in the ceiling…wonder how they never caught meAll I gotta say is pay your taxes, pay your lawyer feePeople runnin’ at a nigga, know the nigga I gotYeah that’s above the law, call it what you call itDon’t take no shit, ’cause I ain’t no toiletSee me shawty, you see me…I pulled up, hopped out, sharp as shitRolls Royce so big, can’t park the shitYou ain’t ’bout that life, quit startin’ shitCause we ain’t gon’ wanna hear that ol’ siren shit[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]I’m feelin’ like I’m fly as *****, no planesYellin’ where them haters at? Ain’t nothin’ changedStill talkin’ white bricks, cocaineIn the club with a hundred racks, I’m just sayin’Yeah, ***** I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold upYeah, wait a minute *****Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold upYeah, I’m just sayin’[Outro: Diddy]Ay yo, ABNTrae The TruthKings, babyI got stadium place, *****esAnd I ain’t just talkin’ to women neither
