Hol' Up

Did you put that **** on it
Can you turn the beat up too
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
This the soundtrack to my life
Yea this the soundtrack to my life take a trip
You aint got to hold me down I hold my own in this *****
**** kept my word stayed true you know how this can get when its real
One thing just dont count me out yo just dont count me out
Yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip
You aint got to hold me down
I hold my own in this *****
Kept my word stayed true
You know how this can get when its real
One thing just dont count me out
Yea just dont count me out
Hold up say hold up hold up say hold up hold up
Look I did this **** for the hoes I did this **** for the youth
I did this **** for the gang gang I did this **** for the wave
All of you knew ****** sound the same
You cannot say this dont sound the same
When they hear this they gone feel a way unless
I add a xan or lean and 100k
Money money money piling 20s 50s 100s got em heard it all
I just might buy me an island
Horsing around in Ferraris let set it off
You and your bros flying privates
All of your hoes on my private they finna ball
Ima finesse it through college long as she keep them toes polished
Problem solved like ohhhh
Out with the old and in with the new
Yea its a goal messie with the goals
Man this **** aint you
It aint the same nothing was the same Im drake with the views
Its outta control you can't control while keeping it true
Yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip
You aint got to hold me down
I hold my own in this *****
Kept my word stayed true
You know how this can get when its real
One thing just dont count me out
Yea just dont count me out
Hold up say hold up hold up say hold up say hold up
Im rapping and trapping Im trapping Im robing
While you ****** acting Im about that action
Boy you aint about nothing my ***** whats happening
Know that they napping lets flip up the mattress
We gone wake em and slap em
All of this gold cant wait to go platinum and see they reaction
New Gucci on me these ****** look bummy
Boy go spend some hundreds go buy your ***** something
Go buy that ***** something before she run up under me
She gone come andalay she gone come andalay she know Im the money man
We come from nothing we dont ask for anything
We got more juice than minute made
We laid up in the shade we counting this cash my ***** she so bad
Trips to Barbados we sit in the sand and we listen to jazz
Getting this bag I kick it with Chaz ***** look at my swag
Im in my G wag my moms got a beamer
And my ** *** got a jag
Yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip
You aint got to hold me down
I hold my own in this *****
Kept my word stayed true
You know how this can get when its real
One thing just dont count me out
Yea just dont count me out
Hold up say hold up hold up say hold up say hold up