HOLD IT DOWN ft. JDA THE ARTIST & Buscemi Jay Lyrics

Tell me how you want it

Feature prices go up till its two hundred

Like a bike we gone pop if the chain on him

We don't sip from the pint if the seal open

Its getting dark you can't see thru the tint at night

Five % cuz we riding to kill tonight

He feel he superman bullets his kryptonite

He said he fly and we popped em I guess he right

While you niggas sleeping I been wide awake

This money don't sleep when I'm getting this cake

It's too much on the line and too much on my plate

There's really no time for a bitch or a date

I got rid of some partners I needed fewer

Said she wanted my money already knew it

Went and got out the mud got it the sewer

Had to focus and work now I'm getting through it

I be counting my chips

I said baby don't fuck the kid

With endurance, I say how it is

Do it first, I show how it ends

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I know it hurts if it fits

Never act like I did

Hold it down for this shit

When she call my phone

I be screaming murder I wrote

Fake love is all I know

And she know I can't control

She be actin same I'll pull out my bitch I never contain

Doin this shit for fame she lookin at me watchin mah face

For a fact baby girl I cant play

I gotta new white patek

And that hoe plane jane

Two tone on the whip insane

Got it red outside

And the roof cocaine

(Hard to love But I'm simple to hate)

(But if I had a bag they gone ask if I ate)

Different outfit and so is the shades

I get fly to out due and just for the brain

I gotta job they like nigga why you need that

Its so much money in the world nigga see that

Off white plain tee and a cream hat

I'm so high bro you only where the trees at

Everybody they want know my name

When the value increase yea the price gone change

Gotta car and I'm bagging yo main to the top ill be soon and ill still be the same

Artist nigga

I gotta focus

I keep a burner if you get the closest

Yea JDA was the nigga that wrote this

I keep about one thousand above on my feet

Me Scemi and DARKO ain't taking the defeat

I'm charging three thousand for a line on a feat

Ya shawty a bird I could tell by the beak

I be counting my chips

I said baby don't fuck the kid

With endurance, I say how it is

Do it first, I show how it ends

Gucci shirt staks fifth

I know it hurts if it fits

Never act like I did

Hold it down for this shit

When she call my phone

I be screaming murder I wrote

Fake love is all I know

And she know I can't control

She be actin same I'll pull out my bitch I never contain

Doin this shit for fame she lookin at me watchin mah face

Tell me that you feeling right

Aim for his top, leave a shot in his head if he thinkin about batting his eye

Ain't smoking no za, leaving smoke in the air off this retta leave you niggas high

You tell em the truth and it make em upset I say fuck it lets tell em the lies

What he say?

Giving em smoke get em high

Chains on

Uh, lotta money needa pay phone uh

Moving work I keep the ringtone on

Ah comment get you wacked w the rings on uh

Few sold out dates to be going on dates

I been on the grind and then still ima skate

I gave you a fork you cant eat off my plate

Feel like a scale how I move all this weight

Cant stay in my feelings I'm getting this money

I ain't have a dollar they starting to love me

Laughing to the bank ain't shit funny

When you really get money they calling u lucky

They swear I'm the enemy

I can play like the villain my nigga you ain't kin to me

Now I'm giving em energy

Fuck it lets make it a first degree

I be counting my chips

I said baby don't fuck the kid

With endurance, I say how it is

Do it first, I show how it ends

Gucci shirt staks fifth

I know it hurts if it fits

Never act like I did

Hold it down for this shit

When she call my phone

I be screaming murder I wrote

Fake love is all I know

And she know I can't control

She be actin same I'll pull out my bitch I never contain

Doin this shit for fame she lookin at me watchin mah face