Hold Up

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Bitch I’m me, American Gangster Weezy F. Baby, born in a manger Trouble is my friend, I ain’t foreign to danger Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels Shoot you in your halo, shoot you like Halo New Orleans a-hole, Frio, Fuego All about my bread like bagels, they know I’m raw like Quelo's, ball like gay hoes Weed so strong it’s like I twist tornadoes Spit like nines, four fifths, and three eighties Niggas want problems, well I am problematic It’s back to picking cotton, cause you niggas cotton candy I’m a Eastside Damu, deep water Shamu Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo Kush in the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom Pass that bitch down like an heirloom Tunechi [Refrain] Hold up, hold up Wait a minute Man, we hustle till night fall Party till sunlight Guns in the boxes Don’t make this a gun fight Fuck them other niggas I fuck them niggas' bitches Benadryl shit Trigger finger itching [Verse 2: T-Streets] Maan, bitch I’m Streets, I rep that East Gi-gimme the beef, I’ll put the beef in the grease Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets I fucked that bitch: mission complete Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation I’m a real nigga, don’t fuck with imitations Young Money nigga, ain’t no limitations I don’t play games, niggas simulation Which one of y’all niggas say you bout it It’s a fucked up world T-Streets take you out it That’s word to the Glock-Glock in sock Loose lips ain’t ships, better stop at the dock [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Married to the money, you welcome to the reception And she came with problems fuck it, that’s my stepsons Sleeping in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come And I keep the toast, turn your ass to bread crumbs Based on a true story I got a million flows, they ain’t even two stories Sleeping on the edge, I hope I don’t toss and turn Shoot down the early bird, and that’s how I get the worm Yeah Real Nigga University: alumni Just checked my watch and that bitch said sometimes She say when I’m in her, it feel like I’m soul-searching And they say money talks well, it’s my spokesperson Grab a star from the sunroof I fuck her in her dreams, and make her come true Yeah, Young Money and the power Send my b's at you like a motherfucking flower