Holdin' Na

Going down

Say bitch tell me what you think about me

I keep a bad yellow hammer bitch cooking Gs

And I got a candy '84 on 3s

And I keep these R&B bitches on they knees

I pimp so hard, I was fucking up the game

****, you a lame you ain`t holding like sweet James

They choosing on my phone, call me Sir Jones

Make a lot of money (Money), so I keep the chrome

20 on the car, keep a pint of Barr

Gripping on the wood playing above the law

Hustlers ballers, selling boys 'caine

Fuck you pussy **** too, it`s whatever y'all wanna do

Dollars, we folding na, slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling, na

Man, I`m holding na

Dollars, we folding na

Man, I`m holding na

Dollars, we folding na, slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling, na

Man i`m holding na

Dollars, we folding na, slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling, na

Man

Man, I break the scene, way before I became a teen

Crushing boys on the boulevard from summer to spring

Music orientated, so when the rap game originated

I fit in like puzzle pieces, **** couldn't fade it

I made it to a level that other players only dream

Brought heat to the scene, make the women on me cream

And my money went from green to popping chrome

Plus i got myself a yellow jazzy bopper to bone

Got the home and the cars, got the plaques and the stacks

Man, but back in the days it wasn't nothing like that

Shit, I remember when at first they wasn't really with it

But they damn near shitted on themselves when we did it, 'cause we holding na

Dollars, we folding na, slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling, na

Man, I`m holding now

Dollars, we folding na, slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling, na

Man, I`m holding now

Dollars, we folding na, slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling, na

Man, I`m holding now

Dollars, we folding na, slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling, na

Man, I`m holding now

I`m holding now, big Benz looking swollen na

Because we young, they probably thinking that we stole it na

My papers folding na, cigars will be rolling na

And it`s the whole third coast and we control it na

Down south, we sipping nothing but Barr

Four TVs in my car, I`m a ghetto star

Chroming blades on Escalades and parking lot pimping

We got these boards steady tripping, 'cause it platinum we shipping

From Clover-land to PA it be on for life

And if you fucking with them boys you might lose your life

**** running in your crib, you might lose your wife

And if we catch you at the light, you might lose your ice

It`s the C the N to the O T E

And you can crown me like a king like my **** UG

I put it down for Botany and that SUC

We hit the spots on all the blocks, we keep it H O T **** we holding na

Dollars, we folding na, slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling, na

Man, I`m holding na

Dollars, we folding na, slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling na

Man, I`m holding na

Dollars, we folding na, slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling na

Man, I`m holding na

Dollars, we folding na, slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling na

Man, I`m holding na

Dollars, we folding na, slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling na

Man, I`m holding na

Dollars, we folding na, slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling na

Man, I`m holding na

Dollars, we folding na, slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling na

Man, I`m holding na

Dollars, we folding na  slab, we rolling na, bitches, we controlling na

Man, I`m holding na