Lyrics Chamillionaire – Hold Up
Text:
Hold up
Self-employed so I’m paying me
Stayin’ true ’cause it pay to be
Won’t loud part candy captain then get a ticket then pay the V
How ya’ll pay to get in the club, and then hate on the person y’all pay to see
Now we got mob block live again
Look at these whips we’re riding in
Making ball and look easy baby, we don’t practice like Iverson
Sliding in I’m ’em super post when
I’m getting closer I’m just guard your face
All the sinners star calling God,
All the rappers start calling Mace,
Drop sounding like an earthquake,
Trunk bound to make an earth shake
Every day is a movie for me, you like the destination on the first day
Telling me it’s her birthday, new shoes and her persuade,
You should go and preach to the quire, I ain’t the one you can persuade,
She ain’t worthy of the hotel, I wouldn’t even get a motel,
Mess around and take your girl from you then sell it to you for the wholesale
Oh well, have her back, won’t’ love but I love the stacks
So I’m pulling up and then you know what
They looking at me like what is that
Hook:
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up,
That’s what they’ve been calling me,
Soon they see me roll up, roll up
Don’t know what to call that
So they call, they call, they call it
That’s what they call it.
Hold up, hold up, hold up,
That’s what they call it.
Soon they see roll up, uh, roll up,
Don’t know what to call that
So they call, they call, they call it
Hold up
Told Brad to send me a track,
He send me a track to sound like a trap,
I don’t know normally do this,
But hey when I do it sound like the prep,
Competition left me in flat, I’m just hoping that you trap,
I’m just hoping you try to try me,
Get drag around by your suit tie,
You can catch me in the foreign city,
Where they don’t even know I rap,
First album went platinum so they ain’t many places on my map,
Going golfin in Iraq, going shopping in Dubai
She’ll be asking the man forgives and gives me the gift form Do-bah
Bottle water with a mouse trap, no rat can get my cheese
Her ass get no scraps get no bad like her ratches
Wanna book me for five G’s,
Read the sign and say stop please,
Can’t knock me, my trunk knocking,
My making woman looking knock me,
Call me but I’m unreachable, too trill to be speaker too
Got lost in my own garage and they couldn’t find me for a week or two,
My trunk are open like peekaboo,
Neon lights to be sipping through,
Cnady blue, all my speakers blue, but I turn em up and my speakers do.
Hook
Hold up man, just hold up man,
Rap to state then pour it down,
Chew up cheese then throw up grants,
Then get some bread you know I’d jam,
It’s lunch time, she got one friend, which is more than fine,
One four, one dime, you already know which one is mine,
Tripping like Juicy J, see love and got me in the mood of day
If it comes between hoes and dough I drop off chick and then scoop you pay,
Might as well, I might as well, passing up dough is a major feel,
Take the trip to South Africa, but can’t lead the the paper like Dave Chappelle
Realest rapper you have ever meet, she want n autograph on her fake breast,
Too young is just too dumb, girl slow it down and take a break test,
Jack it out when my lack is out,
Don’t worry bout it, I ain’t stressed,
Hot chocolate on my hollow tips they might mess around and get a taste test.
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