T-Money Queen - Hol' Up Lyrics

Hol' Up Hol' Up, Shorty looking like she wanna run up
Not by yourself, aye get ya muscle up
And why yo nigga lookin like he wanna turn up
When I already told dude to get his hustle up
And I don't give a f*ck bitch my middle finger up
I been smashing on shit like dump trucks
And I started from the bottom like elevators
I'm really from the bricks so you should know I know what's up
Yeah I know what's up and if I want it ima cop it and it really aint no stopping that
And I see you talking cash, but lil nigga ima need for you to show me where the gwolla at
And these hoes acting hard frontin' like they want problems
They really don't want that, cuz you know who gone solve em
Money leave you lil bitches in the cold like some ice packs. Ya get It
So get the f*ck out my face lil bitches I don't f*ck with rats
And I talk that life cuz I'm bout that, best not doubt that
Me and my bitch in the cut like some alley cats
And lean in my cup cuz I poured that
The f*ck, why would I stunt you sluts
Its too many bucks and a f*ck nigga, cant even get a feedback
Ha. Aye what a nigga mad cuz I do it by myself
The way I walk in the room niggas mad I don't need no help
But I deserve respect, from a bitch ass nigga boy you know you need some help
And why you flexin hard, when I know damn well you don't do it by your got dam self
I know he lyin
What they mad Money in the ring and she going for the belt
I don't give a f*ck about you or ya crew so you know I could really give a f*ck how you felt
And God is my witness, I kill shit no competition
And I aint talking if it aint about business cuz I know what the business
I know I'm fine any nigga wanna kill it
That ass fat any nigga wanna feel it but back to the business, I'm tryna see a million
While these niggas flexing for these bitches
Me and my team finessing for a ticket
Ya dig it? Ya get it? Ya wit it? I flip it
And we on a money mission lets get it