Hold Up

Hold up

Didn’t you tell me you didn’t wanna fuck her?

You just friends and can pretend and say it again

But I saw you get excited over late night texts (Ooh-woah)

It must be nice to say I’m lying

It must be nice to see the ways that I been tryna prove

What I can I do

But bitch I’m through

Man, fuck her and fuck you too

Cus I don’t wanna believe it

(Believe it)

Don't wanna believe it, yeah

So strung up on feelings

(On feelings)

What's the point in feeling? Yeah

Been kicked, I been bruised

And it's me I turn to

So if you think I need you get that out your head

Cus I’ve held my own for so long

I’ll hold on some more

Hold up

Bitch, why you calling asking me for money?

You ain’t a 10

Less than a friend

Using these men

Just so you can get a ride in the back of a Benz

(Oooh)

It must be tough to see me winning

I know these free clothes really got you in your feelings

You got no M.O

Bitch you old

Wallets as empty as that soul you sold

Cus I don’t wanna believe it

(Believe it)

Don't wanna believe it, yeah

So strung up on feelings

(On feelings)

What's the point in feeling? Yeah

Been kicked, I been bruised

And it’s me I turn to

So if you think I need you get that out your head

Cus I’ve held my own for so long

I’ll hold on some more