Hold Up Lyrics

I'm me bitch

don't ever forget it

Ever since I popped out I've been running up riches

Get with the digits

Crocs with the Gibits

So hard my Fit hit

Big steps on my fit bit

Can't get on my flow can't see how I spin it

Chasing the money sky high is the limit

You feel it

Cause what I say I mean it

I really did this you start it I finish

Gas up I'm smoking Reefer

Big name like Queen Latefia

A drop dead gorgeous diva

Imma make you a believer

Got him stalking on my page telling the boys can you see her

Want your girlfriend to be her

Saying damn I gotta meet her

Now he wanna be the little Jack to my Jill

Better op that pussy better go in for the kill

Little lady but I'm crazy bend air at will

I got my girl stuffed up tell her pop a Benydrill

But If you see me getting sick (psych)

It's codiene in my IV drip

Lay back and take a sip

How hard its supposed to hit

When I envision it

Step to the mic and spit

Head wrapped cause it's Pandora's box

bitch don't open it

All tea bitch

Don't get it twisted

Me looking good is right for my business

Show a little skin the world will show you the digits

and I was a baller first before I ever was a bad bitch

If you gotta budget out our dinner dates

You a broke bitch you ain't eating steak

Imma find a boy I would gladly chase

Have his dick as a meal replace

Bitches come up to me acting like we're best friends

But when it comes to them I'm hitting them with dead ends

leave me I'm unavailable

For you it's unattainable

I make waves sensational

My mind is Irreplaceable

March 5th I gave my mama the best miracle

I pick and chose when I really get lyrical

Damn Emily why you gotta spit so viciously

Put albums out speedy delivery

I send it on express for no extra fee

Cause I know you bitches feind for me like I'm ecstasy

There's a good reason you're an ex to me

Because you never want the best for me

I ended up giving you the rest of me

Weird Cause kinda thought I'd be your remedy

We gotta split cause we starting to morph

I'm my own bitch you know it of course

Independent like it's not my first time on this earth

Stubborn since the day I was born

Bring back junk in the trunk

Fresh flows I got the funk

Mind strong Im like a monk

So I'm gonna be blunt

Your ass is fucking bunk

Best rank is little punk

It was only a matter of time before I gave your ass the bump

I don't miss you

Clear like crystal

you was the issue

If you gonna cry in my face save it for the tissue

I'm just trying get down to the bottom of the sitch roots

Worst part is that I thought I could fix you