Chaz French, Shy Glizzy - Hol’ Up lyrics

Did you put that shit 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 ain’t got to hold me down I
Hold my own in this bitch
Shit kept my word stayed true you know
How this can get when it’s real
One thing just don’t count me out
Yo just don’t count me out

Yea said this the soundtrack to
My soul take a trip
You ain’t got to hold me down
I hold my own in this bitch
Kept my word stayed true
You know how this can get when it’s real
One thing just don’t count me out
Yea just don’t count me out
Hol’ up say hol’ up, Hol’ up say hol’ up
Hol’ up say hol’ up

Look I did this shit for the hoes
I did this shit for the youth
I did this shit for the gang gang
I did this shit for the wave
All of you new niggas sound the same you
Cannot say this don’t sound the same
When they hear this they gon
Feel a way unless
I add a xan or lean and 100K
Money, money, money piling 20’s, 50’s
100’s 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 it’s a goal messie with the goals
Man this shit ain’t you
It ain’t the same nothing was the
Same I’m Drake with the views
It’s outta control you can’t control
While keepin it true

Yea said this the soundtrack to
My soul take a trip
You ain’t got to hold me down
I hold my own in this bitch
Kept my word stayed true
You know how this can get when it’s real
One thing just don’t count me out
Yea just don’t count me out
Hol’ up say hol’ up, Hol’ up say hol’ up
Hol’ up say hol’ up

I’m rappin and trappin
I’m trappin I’m robbin
While you niggas acting I’m about that action
Boy you ain’t about nothing
My nigga what’s happening
Know that they napping
Let’s flip up the mattress
We gon wake em and slap em all of this gold
Can’t wait to go platinum
And see they reaction
New Gucci on me these niggas look bummy
Boy go spend some hundreds go
Buy your bitch something
Go buy that bitch something before
She run up under me
She gon come andalay she gon come andalay
She know I’m the money man
We come from nothing we
Don’t ask for anything
We got more juice than Minute Made
We laid up in the shade we counting
This cash my bitch she so bad
Trips to Barbados we sit in the
Sand and we listen to Jazz
Getting this bag I kick it with Chaz
Bitch look at my swag i’m in my G Wag
My moms got a beamer and my bitch got a Jag

Yea said this the soundtrack to
My soul take a trip
You ain’t got to hold me down
I hold my own in this bitch
Kept my word stayed true
You know how this can get when it’s real
One thing just don’t count me out
Yea just don’t count me out
Hol’ up say hol’ up, Hol’ up say hol’ up
Hol’ up say hol’ up