Lyrics Hold On - Droop-E , JT the 4th

Yeah

Everybody get your roll on
Pull up, baby looking like a photo
High like a ozone
Hold up, nigga hold on (the money call)
It's money on the other line, nigga hold on (the money call)
It's money on the other line, nigga hold on

Look, you ain't got it, you ain't 'bout it, you ain't with it
Puppy ass, poodle ass, punk ass bitch
They think that it's easy until they try it for they self
When these suckers talk greasy, they really crying out for help
Playing dumb with a boss get your mind boggled
You can get your top popped like a wine bottle
Me and double deuce threes, that's a high combo
I'd rather smoke biscotti and sip mangoscato
I'm the coldest nigga out since Dr. Evil
But I'm not evil, I really got love for my people
You the type of nigga sell your own family out
Big mouth ass hater need to shut your mouth

Everybody get your roll on
Pull up, baby looking like a photo
High like a ozone
Hold up, nigga hold on (the money call)
It's money on the other line, nigga hold on (the money call)
It's money on the other line, nigga hold on

Money calling phones, nigga hold on
We been at this shit for so long
They tryna stop me but I'm so strong
Tell them hating niggas so long
They tryna bring me down but I'm far gone
Calling up my phone but I'm not home
There was bumps in the road like a pothole
When I was doing bad I was all alone
Now I'm flexing with my whole gang
I don't want a half, I want the whole thing
Now I'm high in the sky, niggas floating
Shine, I'ma blind like these gold chains

Everybody get your roll on
Pull up, baby looking like a photo
High like a ozone
Hold up, nigga hold on (the money call)
It's money on the other line, nigga hold on (the money call)
It's money on the other line, nigga hold on
(The money call)
Hold up
(The money call)
It's money on the other line, nigga hold on
(The money call)
Hold up
(The money call)
It's money on the other line, nigga hold on