Lil’ Wayne – Hold Up Lyrics

(feat. T-Streets)



[Lil Wayne – Verse 1:]

Bitch Im me, American gangsta

weezy F baby, born in a manger

trouble is my friend, I aint far in the danger

Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels

shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like halo

New Orleans A-hole, Flee-o, Fuego

all about my bread like bagels, they know

Im raw like Qualo, ball like gay hoes

weed so strong its like I twist tornadoes

spit like 9′s, 4 5th’s, and 3 8 oh’s

niggas want problems, well I am problematic

Its back to pickin cotton cause you niggas cotton candy

Ima east side damu, deep water shamoo

shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo

Kush and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom

pass that bitch down like an heirloom,

Tunechi

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up

[Chorus – x2:]

Huslte till nightfall

Party till sunrise

Guns in the boxes

Dont make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

Fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigga finger itches

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up

[T-Streets – Verse 2:]

Bitch Im streets, I rep that east

Gimmie the beef, I’ll put the beef in da grease

Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets

I fucked that bitch, mission complete

Real nigga talk, Gangsta conversation

Im a real nigga dont fuck wit immitations

Young Money nigga aint no limitations

I dont play games niggas simulation

Which one of yall niggas say ya bout it?

Its a fucked up world T-Streets take ya out of it

Thats word to the glock.. Glock in my sock

who’s left playin shields better stop at the dot

Hold up

[Lil Wayne – Verse 3:]

Uhh Married to the money, welcome to the reception

She came with problems, fuck it thats my step sons

Sleepin in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come

And I keep the toast turn yo ass to bread crumbs

Uhh based on a true story, I got a million flows they aint even 2 storys

Sleepin on the edge, I hope I dont toss and turn

Shoot down the early bird and thats how I get the worm yeah

Real nigga university, alumni

Just check my watch and that bitch say sometimes

She say when Im in her it feel like Im soul searchin

And they say money talks, well its my spokes person

Uhh grab a star from the sun roof

I fuck her in her dreams and make her come true

Young Money in the power

Send my B’s at you like a motherfuckin flower

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up

[Chorus – x2:]

Huslte till nightfall

Party till sunrise

Guns in the boxes

Dont make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

Fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigga finger itches

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up