Hold On ft. Lil Merc Lyrics

Wait, hold on

Is that a girl from the Jax? (Hold on)

Pumpin' that booty to the max (Hold on)

Are you gonna hit it from back? (Hold on)

Stir it, got it soundin' like some mac (Hold on)

Is that bag full of racks? (Hold on)

Do you even got it like that? (Hold on)

Are you even telling straight facts? (Hold on)

Yeah, I'm living that (Hold on)

Go ahead and go check the stats (Hold on)

After that, I'ma send you right back (Hold on)

I don't like messin' with rats (Hold on)

Not the ones that be snitchin' on a pad (Hold on)

But the ones that be fumbling the bag (Hold on)

Them the ones that be going out sad (Hold on)

19, and you still come in last

Hold on, Hold on

Hold on, Hold on

I'm big dog, finna feast (Hold on)

I'm too wild, need a leash (Hold on)

Diamonds shinin' on me like, sheesh (Hold on)

Put it in the safe, throw the key (Hold on)

All the attention's on me (Hold on)

Just a Florida boy from the east

I'm a big dog, I'ma beast

Heard you was shoppin' at the fleece

Get that fake shit from 'round me

Got fake golds in ya teeth

Should've stayed on the field with the cleats

Still playing in the room with ya meat

You a lame and that's on me

Wait, hold on, I don't do nun for the free, hold on

I get 'em gone for a fee, hold on

Pockets, they stack to the knee, hold on

Yeah, hold on

Run in yo house no subpoena

Keep that hoe, I don't need her, aye

Try me, get smoked like sativa, hold on

Yeah, tell her, "Hold on"

She gon' bounce on the D, told her, "Hold on"

Said, I'm cold, told that bih put a coat on

Can't get caught, we ain't taking no photo

Can't get caught, we ain't taking no pictures

Me and C2, we running up figures

Call 'em Malcolm, he stuck in the middle

Me and C2 gon' blow like a missile

I'ma stack it, I'ma rack it

She ain't simple, she a baddie

I got twins, Liv and Maddie

Buy a Birkin, make her happy

She a skeezer, she a treesh

Shoot a movie like Latifah

I'ma score like Ariza

I'm a shooter, I don't need a meter

Wait, hold on

Is that a girl from the Jax? (Hold on)

Pumpin' that booty to the max (Hold on)

Are you gonna hit it from back? (Hold on)

Stir it, got it soundin' like some mac (Hold on)

Is that bag full of racks? (Hold on)

Do you even got it like that? (Hold on)

Are you even telling straight facts? (Hold on)

Yeah, I'm living that (Hold on)

Go ahead and go check the stats (Hold on)

After that, I'ma send you right back (Hold on)

I don't like messin' with rats (Hold on)

Not the ones that be snitchin' on a pad (Hold on)

But the ones that be fumbling the bag (Hold on)

Them the ones that be going out sad (Hold on)

19, and you still come in last (Hold on)

I'ma big dog, so you know I need a big bone (Hold on)

Got a lot of numbers, so you know I need a big phone (Hold on)

Coming to the top, so you know I need a big thrown (Hold on)

I don't know you, so you better get, get gone (Hold on)

Got a new car and it doesn't have a key (Hold on)

Feeling like Uzi, got Marni on me (Hold on)

Got a few girls, and I got 'em on fleek (Hold on)

Aye, like hold on