Hold up Video (MV)

Life movin' too fast, can't wait up, can't hold up
Spend it, whats the hold up, bands can't fold up
Dropped outta college, she givin' me brain, she givin' me knowledge
Brand new coupe, no mileage, always flee, don't need a stylist
Bitch, I'm a star, no time for comments
I come from the mud, you said you'll a step, I never seen you step in blood
Can't f*ck with the fake, it's not in my blood
Niggas ain't real, it shows, y'all switched i stayed ten toes
Hunnit times twenty for a feature or show
Spend it, don't stop, he on go
Quick to blow, give em a show
Givin' her dick, she touchin' her toes
Can't wife a bitch, they just come and go
Sippin' this lean, it's good for my soul
For all them days, we was posted on the block
Tryna come off those bricks and licks
Strap on my hip, so they know I don't play
I ignore my demons, but they always wanna play
Can't lose again, so I keep it at bay
This money we makin', it's here to stay
She suck, and swallow, she on her way
Cant have a bitch over-stay her stay
Them niggas on the block be snakes
They movin' dope on behalf of the state
They feds, we paint em red, fill em with lead
Watch this spread, when I shoot, I aim for the head
I'll catch a murder before an attempt
I'ma leave that nigga dead
I lost before, can't lose again
You doubted me, you dead to me
I'm smokin' that pack, high as hell from the moon and back
Tunnel vision, I'm tryna stay on track
Tryna put my mama in a cul de sac
Tryna stack my money as long as Shaq
Life movin' too fast, can't wait up, can't hold up
Spend it, what's the hold up, bands can't fold up
Dropped outta college, she givin' me brain
She givin' me knowledge, brand new coupe, no mileage
Always flee, don't need a stylist
Bitch, I'ma star, no time for comments
Bitch, I'm about my money and nothin' else
These niggas just chat, nothin' else
I'm a different breed, I'm somethin' else
Can't stress a bitch, my heart froze
Can't play with, spend it, go play Rose
When I sip, I double cup
When I clutch, they know it's up
I started with nothin', I aint fold tryna put my neck on froze
He a bitch, he a snitch, he told
Got a scat, it came with a nine
I keep a bitch, I keep a dime
We make shit hot, we make shit pop
Them shots make his stomach drop
I lost too many, can't trust any
Movin' that white like a bitch named Jenny
This money comin' plenty
I'ma butcher these niggas like Benny
I'm big C-O, can't talk to a nigga below me
Life movin' too fast, can't wait up, can't hold up
Spend it, what's the hold up, bands can't fold up
Dropped outta college, she givin' me brain
She givin' me knowledge, brand new coupe, no mileage
Always flee, don't need a stylist
Bitch, I'm a star, no time for comments