Hol Up, Wait Lyrics

Hold up, wait

Doubling the rate

Said I want a taste, now it's popping in my face

Hold up, wait

Got to make the move, get it jumping out of state

Said I took a break, now I'm running up the pace

Hold up, wait

Doubling the rate

Said I want a taste, now it's popping in my face

Hold up, wait

You ain't really fucking with the boy to this day

The card got weight

Yeah bitch feel the bank

Yeah, 100k I did it

Copped the crib down south

Now I'm NC living

Next year I'll prolly trade in the car I'm whipping

Always driven

I ain't settled till I'm out here cutting ribbons

Nah, nah

Bottle for the table, nigga that's a given

Only one

Asking if I'm sure, nigga I'm offended

What?

I did this all for y'all

Whether or not you want to ball

I'm always take care

My niggas will never starve

Yeah, Yeah

And I mean that

Jiri at the wheel, whipping smooth, you can relax

Feet up and lean back

Lights flash, scene snap

Laying out the goals on the board

I'm a seize that, believe that

Now I'm spazzing, found my passion back when Covid hit

Lost that shit, then lost myself, I'm just glad I noticed it

Spent the summer walking through the motions, now I'm over it

Because Cedes got it knocking through the crib like Jehovah hits

Hold up, wait

Doubling the rate

Said I want a taste, now it's popping in my face

Hold up, wait

Got to make the move, get it jumping out of state

Said I took a break, now I'm running up the pace

Hold up, wait

Doubling the rate

Said I want a taste, now it's popping in my face

Hold up, wait

You ain't really fucking with the boy to this day

The card got weight

Yeah bitch feel the bank

Hold up wait, yeah

Said I'm feeling great, yeah

In the back room and I'm gripping on her waist, yeah

Fronting like I'm stunting, but I'm really out of place, yeah

Shorty running game, I ain't trying to make mistakes, yeah

But she was trouble

Came in, I damn near stumbled

I was young, couldn't peep that hustle

Talk game, nigga I need that muzzle

Back and forth, that Jedi force

She got me hooked, I'm about to buckle

Feeling me up, I'm feeling myself

She calling me papi, rubbing the stubble

God damn this shit cray

But I cannot stay

Charging me four hundred, baby I would never pay

C'mon let's be real, I ain't no fool, I ain't no prey

I'm here for the stage, thought my nigga do the same

But he's emptying the bank

Hit the atm, gotta be like three A.M.

This shit had my ex mad, had to play pretend

That was back in 17'

LA set we hit the scene

I'll be back there with the team

Once I'm upping all the streams

Hold up, wait

Doubling the rate

Said I want a taste, now it's popping in my face

Hold up, wait

Got to make the move, get it jumping out of state

Said I took a break, now I'm running up the pace

Hold up, wait

Doubling the rate

Said I want a taste, now it's popping in my face

Hold up, wait

You ain't really fucking with the boy to this day

The card got weight

Yeah bitch feel the bank