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Curren$y - Hold On

feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver

Hey yo, oh
A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main, bitch
I've been to Man and I am still stainless
See this car vapor, inhaling the anguish
Kill these beats human fashion painless
Cellphone my bitch to auctions cop paintings
Gotta have em' more than cain loc wanted them daytons
Just x nares fifth crack lacerations
Dope... motherfucker catch up, the girls eyes wonderin'she wanna know if that's us
Heard about that spiter's stroke and she won't be next up
Homie mad talking about boy when I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up and that's all messed up
Let's go press up, I've been the cut
Got a can of oziem in the truck
Fresh cut, word the Gucci man photo shoot
Spitter in your city homie and send them hoes through

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One not in front of the house don't mean I'm gone, yeah, yeah
Start a buisness mind ya own

Well I stayed on my job when these niggas got lazy
And look how it turned them hood hoes to ladies
And look hoe it turned the hoopties to Mercedes
And I admit that quit shooting ball was kinda crazy
But I was too focus on getting bread... pay me
I ain't telling all of those dj's to play me
Mama set me down and told me all about the 80's
My favorite color was green like money's just a baby
The niggas turned flakey, bithces turned shady
But no more gray clouds, I wake up out amazing
Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGrady
And that's on everything that twenty first raised me
And that's on everything got Addias in all flavors
Practices makes perfect, perfect make paper
Paper take patience, and I'm still waiting
So it's fuck you pay me, I've been ran out of favors

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One not in front of the house don't mean I'm gone, yeah, yeah
Start a buisness mind ya own

I'm just playing my position posted like a center
Money on my mind, the bank account getting thicker
Blowing out of pounds, cases of the liquor,
Surrounded by these bitches I'm far from factitious...
Niggas claim they G but they're starting to look suspicious
Hating on the plane everytime my name gets mentioned
I'm paying no attention, I keep on twisting up
This purple so sticky, it's getting stuck to my fingers
Jet set we're here, hitting the game from all angles
Got it in a choke hold. it's moke like a strangle
They say in one of the best and I ain't ever dropped a single
My flow won point, you can tell from the lingo
Christmas act of trees, I'm smoking Kris Kringle
Blue cheese, sour dees and the kush taste mango
Try to keep it real, I am nowhere near a lame-o
The plane's on the way, clear the runway and the lane hoe

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don't mean I'm home
One not in front of the house don't mean I'm gone, yeah, yeah
Start a buisness mind ya own

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