Hold Up-Jeezy/Lil Wayne

King motherf**ker Ay yo some of y'all b***hes be motherf**kin' speeding and talking out of turn You need to slow the f**k down and hold up man Ay yo Trae The Truth get at these *s c'mon I am king you know what it is B***h came up to me she said "who you is" You know what I had to tell her I said "I'm Diddy b***h" I'm feelin' like I'm fly as f**k no planes Yellin' where them haters at Ain't nothin' changed Still talkin' white bricks c*****e In the club with a hundred racks I'm just sayin' Yeah b***h I'm like hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up Yeah wait a minute b***h Hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up Yeah I'm just sayin' I'm just sayin' hold up California 'rari b***h top just fold up B***h with an attitude Michael Kors polo Top'll get to poppin' make 'em freeze up like a photo Nightmares 'bout the feds smellin' like Hermes Black with a check now you Cortez The exorcist b***h when I roll it turn heads Put some Ninas 'to they 'fros/froze like starin' at Medusa hair You see me in these streets on these beats With them h*es of the kitchen A p***y b***h think different p***y b***h trippin' It's Jizzle from the bottom die a legend out this b***h I get to whippin' up that fo' and get a second out that b***h King of the streets twin drops I'm storin' B***h I ball for the city just like my last name Horton So much green inside the trunk it should've stayed in the garden All I do is pay the price I never ask what they chargin' I pull up on your b***h and repossess her like you owe that Put her in a flick and and display her like she was Kodak King motherf**ker I'm classic like I was throwback This ain't what you want p***y b***h you better know that Too deep in this 'rari something blowin' like Bob Marley Hit my youngin' with a chopper tell him ride like Harley I do this for my *s in the city of the slow s**t Well they pulled up and they bang something Them laws come we don't know s**t Street b***h problems we don't never duck 'em I'm an asshole Trae forever young 'n f**k 'em Nuts hangin' to the point it ain't nowhere to stuff 'em I let my chain play b***h I don't ever tuck 'em Jays in the yard Ki's in the kitchen AKs in the closet a quarter million in the ceiling Wonder how they never caught me All I gotta say is pay your taxes pay your lawyer fee People runnin' at a b***h know the b***h I got Yeah that's above the law call it what you call it Don't take no s**t 'cause I ain't no toilet See me shawty you see me I pulled up hopped out sharp as s**t Rolls Royce so big can't park the s**t You ain't 'bout that life quit startin' s**t Cause we ain't gon' wanna hear that ol' siren s**t Ay yo ABN Trae The Truth Kings baby I got stadium place b***hes And I ain't just talkin' to women neither