Hold Your Hand

I help you with all of your problems but

You're becoming one for me too (For me too)

Tired of hearin' about the bills you gotta pay

'Cause I got 'em too (I got 'em too)

(Yeah I got 'em too)

I got real things to think about

I'm not worried about you

(I'm not worried about you, worried about you)

Fives, tens, twenties and them fifties

All my hundreds blue

I can't hold your hand through this shit

Can't hold your hand through this shit

It's not my fault I got rich

And you still ain't got shit

Can't hold your hand through this shit

Can't hold your hand through this shit

I went through pain for all of this

I had to change for all of this

Why you got your hands out?

I always have everything planned out

It's funny how everything panned out

The tables turned, now I'm the man now

How you smoking everyday

When you need me to pay your phone?

Where you spend the money I gave to you?

You said you don't know (What?)

I had nobody to help me when I felt alone

Had no time to make excuses I just did it on my own

When I count my money

I can feel you looking sideways at me (Sideways at me)

You always staring at my chain and now you mad

'Cause everybody's looking at me ('Body looking at me, yeah)

You can't make what I make in a month in a year

Just saw my niece and I put diamonds in her ears

The way you talking to me got me feeling weird

I see everything, don't think I'm not aware

When I needed you, you weren't there

Now you want to go with me everywhere

You say I ain't keeping it real and that ain't fair

I help you with all of your problems but

You're becoming one for me too (For me too)

Tired of hearin' about the bills you gotta pay

'Cause I got 'em too (I got 'em too)

(Yeah I got 'em too)

I got real things to think about

I'm not worried about you

(No, not worried about you)

Fives, tens, twenties and them fifties

All my hundreds blue

I can't hold your hands through this shit

Can't hold your hands through this shit

It's not my fault I got rich

And you still ain't got shit

Can't hold your hand through this shit

Can't hold your hand through this shit

I went through pain for all of this

I had to change for all of this

Why you got your hands out?

I always have everything planned out

It's funny how everything panned out

The tables turned, now I'm the man now

You were never ten toes down so I don't care

They know who I am, I'm good for it, the money's there

Now you call me, yeah, you feel some way

Did you see Nav? He was spending bands today

Last time I checked I heard you played on both sides

Cut you off, now only money on my mind

The last time you held me down, it's been a minute

I put in work like A$AP Ferg, you know I'm with it

Feeling lonely off the drugs, I called Mariah

Told her, "Bring it back I need some more of ya"

Everything hit, look at my bust-down, make me feel rich

Look at my fit, you know I'm Nav, I didn't pay for it