Hold Up (feat. T Streets) - Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons

Ayy, yo, Bandplay Uh, uh Uh (let the Band play), uh Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) We was down for so long, didn't have no choice but to go up (go up) Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up Pour up, pour up, pour up (pour up) Spendin' racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo) Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah) Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin' donuts (yeah) Taught myself how to get millions, ain't nobody show us (it's Dolph) Front my young nigga 50 'bows told him, "Lil' nigga, grow up" (it's Dolph) Uncle Vic told me, "Stay down with this shit 'til it blow up" (I got you) Smokin' on some shit you not, got Wock-Wock in my soda (dirty) Used to sign for the packs now I sign T-shirts and posters (it's Dolph) Drop 500 racks to drop the top on that new Rolls truck (woo, uh) Balenciaga the drip (it's Dolph) First class, Dubai, take a trip (it's Dolph) Spend a little bit, stack all the chips (stack it up) I walk in Margiela and go crazy (woo) Can't get money with me, you too lazy (uh-uh) One thing I ain't never did was Never, ever, ever let a bitch play me (hell nah, sorry) I-I-I-I put it down in the city, now I'm up, nigga (hey) I used to eat a hundred P's just for lunch, nigga (woo) I got fuck niggas recruitin' other fuck niggas Hustle hard, ain't no such thing as luck, nigga Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) We was down for so long, didn't have no choice but to go up (go up) Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up Pour up, pour up, pour up (pour up) Spendin' racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo) Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah) Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin' donuts (yeah) Taught myself how to get millions, ain't nobody show us (it's Dolph) Front my young nigga 50 'bows told him, "Lil' nigga, grow up" (it's Dolph) Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) I just poured an eight of codeine in a Coca-Cola (raw) I make it look too easy, I carry my whole hood on my shoulders (damn) If money not in the equation, please do not approach us (swear to God) Cut my day-one nigga off because of jealousy (damn) Every day, I'ma get fresh and pour up medicine (dirty) Poured too much syrup by mistake because I'm heavy-handed Bitch, I'm the plug best friend, you just a middleman (ayy, fuck them niggas) I don't fuck with them niggas, I'm cut from a different cloth (yeah, yeah) Ask your CEO and your rap friends why they hate Dolph (ha) Rich nigga how I pop it on 'em (pop it) The top come off, so I dropped it on 'em Paid 30K over sticker price, I had to cop it on 'em (woo) Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) We was down for so long, didn't have no choice but to go up (go up) Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up Pour up, pour up, pour up (pour up) Spendin' racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo) Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah) Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin' donuts (yeah) Taught myself how to get millions, ain't nobody show us (it's Dolph) Front my young nigga 50 'bows told him, "Lil' nigga, grow up" (it's Dolph) Yeah Ayy, I remember my mom and dad was livin' in a one-room shack Nowadays, I wake up in a mansion Huh I remember my mom and dad didn't even have a car I don't wanna get started to nowadays, man, huh Ayy, man, half of that shit out there in my driveway I can't even spell that shit, man On God Huh It's Dolph! (it's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (It's Dolph! It's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (It's Dolph! It's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (It's Dolph! It's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (Paper Route Business)

Strapped down like Rambo when we move I like all my women in two's Strategize so hard that we can't lose Stackin' hundreds up until our pockets got the blues, blues, blues (Blue Hundreds) Home girl countin' on the flow, (Hold Up) Partna wit the drako by the door, (Hold Up) Main bitch bangin' on my line, Plug tryna drop me twenty five I just had to tell him one more time Hold Up, Hold Up, Hold Up My niggas stuck in the trap My niggas stuck in the trap, (Yeah Yeah) We spend it to make it back And put profit right on top of that, (Yeah Yeah) Counting up all of these racks Fifty's, Twenty's, makin' stacks, (Yeah Yeah) She ever see all of this bread You'll never get your bitch back, (Yeah Yeah) I'ma stick to the G code Look out for all of my bros Can't trust none of these hoes Tippin', Sippin' on foes Keep it real like I'm supposed My dawg, you already know If you don't keep it G real One day you will be exposed I don't know why they mad, Yeah I'm just tryna get a bag, Yeah Everything I never had, Yeah Blow this bitch up like Baghdad When you blow, it's a false flag And we already know that The way lil' mama blow that Got me feeling like lil' Kodak Red bottles of the Belaire, (Rose) We'll make your girl take it there She love me, She love me She love me, She love me Two claps, and a Ric Flair, (Wooooo) We going straight to the top Hatin' it won't make it stop Lemon drop drop top Hey Hey Hey Hey Strapped down like Rambo when we move I like all my women in two's Strategize so hard that we can't lose Stackin' hundreds up until our pockets got the blues, blues, blues (Blue Hundreds) Home girl countin' on the flow, (Hold Up) Partna wit the drako by the door, (Hold Up) Main bitch bangin' on my line, Plug tryna drop me twenty five I just had to tell him one more time Hold Up, Hold Up, Hold Up Plug hit my phone, said it made it home, come get ah zone (Yeah Yeah) Jumped on the road, left lane I'm gone, pedal to the floor (Yeah Yeah) The goal line was ah gold mine, leaving no trail (Yeah Yeah) Touchdown like Odell, Pre sale ah Wholesale (Yeah Yeah) You know I live by the code (Run it) Southside my hood in the O (Columbus) No knew niggas, my circle closed (Yea) We grindin', We get it so effortless (Let's go) I'm flexin', She like how I pose (Wooo) She like how I'm doin' the most (Wooo) She wanna get in, play ah role (Wooo) We put it together like Tetris (You love me) I'm just tryna stack (Yeah Yeah) I be where it's at (Yeah Yeah) Can't afford to slack (Yeah Yeah) Roger how I pack (Yeah Yeah) Got the Cow boy, Dak (Yeah Yeah) Index on that, (Yeah Yeah) You don't wanna see it, Blakk (Yeah Yeah) Lebron, pull back (Yeah Yeah) Strapped down like Rambo when we move I like all my women in two's Strategize for all that we can't lose Stackin' hundreds up until our pockets got the blues, blues, blues (Blue Hundreds) Home girl countin' on the flow, (Hold Up) Partna wit the drako by the door, (Hold Up) Main bitch bangin' on my line, Plug tryna drop me twenty five I just had to tell him one more time

Zaytoven If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Off button Pause button Stop button Lock button Belly button Big ol' ti- she pop buttons Head buttin' Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button Percosets that's my buttons, hit the pop button Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan Smoking science lab I should have tattoo that say "I'm not like my dad" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic's hand, she see righteous plans I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span She see empty hands like, "Ooh, Lordy" Smelling like Cool Water Y'all got them new Cartier the Rollie was too salty That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie My little b- body a trophy Naked pics, five in the morning Sunglasses, smilin' emoji Pull up on the opps, surprise party Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley That is your homie, he died for ya Check your home screen, that's God calling (brr, hello?) We making an impact my n- We not just black n- We rich and black n- And all them b- they been after n- They run away then they come limpin' back, n- Amen, feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse? To get on my flying horses That's rich nigga problems avoid it My lil' bitch body will solve it And when you say, "Timber", please, will you whisper? My n- I'm quietly falling If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Hello? Hello? Rich n-, rich n-, rich n- That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Rest in peace, I rest in peace and harmony I don't talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach I don't play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave The f- in the road, grab the fork and eat Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese But you doin' nothin' but they say "Nothin' ain't never worth nothin', but it's always free" Psychopath Blunt thick, thick as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin' science lab I should have tattoo that say, "I'm nothin' like your man" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic' hand She see righteous plans, I see power plans She take my hands put 'em in her pants Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands Feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses? That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie You got penny pinch n- problems, lil' whoadie On the bench n- problems, lil' whoadie I got a b- n- problem, lil' whoadie More b- more problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie What is this n- problem, lil' whoadie? I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Yeah If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix