Hold My Beverage (MG Sleepy Flow) Lyrics

You don't gotta like it, but you gotta respect it

Used to go and smoke before I eat, was havin' za for breakfast

You a greedy bitch, I'll slap your hand, you going back for seconds

Was moving dumb, hustling grams, getting the bag in reckless

Bitch done told me that I'm blocking blessings, we a match from heaven

Money what's gon' make the world go round, don't even ask that question

My money come from punching in, you punch the clock regretting

Know I got some favors I could call, but I'ma hold my leverage

This bitch done sent a paragraph, and think I actually read it

Let me go and show him how it's done, I told them hold my beverage

Bitch, no second chances, so it's now or never

How many bags you got this week? I counted more than several

I could be ten million dollars up, I'm staying down forever

Getting high for days and sinning bad, don't bring me around the reverend

And what's the point of havin' limits if you ain't gon' test them

Long as I can see, won't use a scale, no, I don't take no measures

Never been the type to make excuses, cause it ain't no better

I could never work at Chick-fil-A, cause no, it ain't my pleasure

Done spilled my cup inside this bitch, but I don't drink no Seltzer

Put your hands down, you want a cookie? Like, ain't you special

Yo, wrist rocking gold plate, that shit fake-ass metal

Light the blunt using a stove burner, no, this ain't no kettle

Got it to the floor, can't go no more, I'm finna break my pedal

Want this now more than ever before, no, I ain't gon' settle

Put the cereal box inside the fridge, I get high and forgetful

Make some money just to drop a fit, I keep buying apparel

You don't gotta like it, but you gotta respect it

Used to go and smoke before I eat, was havin' za for breakfast

You a greedy bitch, I'll slap your hand, you going back for seconds

Was moving dumb, hustling grams, getting the bag in reckless

Bitch done told me that I'm blocking blessings, we a match from heaven

Money what's gon' make the world go round, don't even ask that question

My money come from punching in, you punch the clock regretting

Know I got some favors I could call, but I'ma hold my leverage

This bitch done sent a paragraph, and think I actually read it

Let me go and show him how it's done, I told them hold my beverage