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The Beat Armada Presents: ITSFIESTA Feat. TDH - Hold Up
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Beat Armada
The Beat Armada
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Munir Holiday
Munir Holiday
Songwriter
Terrence Dayvon Hamilton
Terrence Dayvon Hamilton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Beat Armada
The Beat Armada
Producer
Michael Lee Holtz
Michael Lee Holtz
Producer
Kenneth Furman Thomas
Kenneth Furman Thomas
Producer
Trenton Beilman
Trenton Beilman
Producer

Lyrics

Strapped down like Rambo when we move I like all my women in two's Strategize so hard that we can't lose Stackin' hundreds up until our pockets got the blues, blues, blues (Blue Hundreds) Home girl countin' on the flow, (Hold Up) Partna wit the drako by the door, (Hold Up) Main bitch bangin' on my line, Plug tryna drop me twenty five I just had to tell him one more time Hold Up, Hold Up, Hold Up My niggas stuck in the trap My niggas stuck in the trap, (Yeah Yeah) We spend it to make it back And put profit right on top of that, (Yeah Yeah) Counting up all of these racks Fifty's, Twenty's, makin' stacks, (Yeah Yeah) She ever see all of this bread You'll never get your bitch back, (Yeah Yeah) I'ma stick to the G code Look out for all of my bros Can't trust none of these hoes Tippin', Sippin' on foes Keep it real like I'm supposed My dawg, you already know If you don't keep it G real One day you will be exposed I don't know why they mad, Yeah I'm just tryna get a bag, Yeah Everything I never had, Yeah Blow this bitch up like Baghdad When you blow, it's a false flag And we already know that The way lil' mama blow that Got me feeling like lil' Kodak Red bottles of the Belaire, (Rose) We'll make your girl take it there She love me, She love me She love me, She love me Two claps, and a Ric Flair, (Wooooo) We going straight to the top Hatin' it won't make it stop Lemon drop drop top Hey Hey Hey Hey Strapped down like Rambo when we move I like all my women in two's Strategize so hard that we can't lose Stackin' hundreds up until our pockets got the blues, blues, blues (Blue Hundreds) Home girl countin' on the flow, (Hold Up) Partna wit the drako by the door, (Hold Up) Main bitch bangin' on my line, Plug tryna drop me twenty five I just had to tell him one more time Hold Up, Hold Up, Hold Up Plug hit my phone, said it made it home, come get ah zone (Yeah Yeah) Jumped on the road, left lane I'm gone, pedal to the floor (Yeah Yeah) The goal line was ah gold mine, leaving no trail (Yeah Yeah) Touchdown like Odell, Pre sale ah Wholesale (Yeah Yeah) You know I live by the code (Run it) Southside my hood in the O (Columbus) No knew niggas, my circle closed (Yea) We grindin', We get it so effortless (Let's go) I'm flexin', She like how I pose (Wooo) She like how I'm doin' the most (Wooo) She wanna get in, play ah role (Wooo) We put it together like Tetris (You love me) I'm just tryna stack (Yeah Yeah) I be where it's at (Yeah Yeah) Can't afford to slack (Yeah Yeah) Roger how I pack (Yeah Yeah) Got the Cow boy, Dak (Yeah Yeah) Index on that, (Yeah Yeah) You don't wanna see it, Blakk (Yeah Yeah) Lebron, pull back (Yeah Yeah) Strapped down like Rambo when we move I like all my women in two's Strategize for all that we can't lose Stackin' hundreds up until our pockets got the blues, blues, blues (Blue Hundreds) Home girl countin' on the flow, (Hold Up) Partna wit the drako by the door, (Hold Up) Main bitch bangin' on my line, Plug tryna drop me twenty five I just had to tell him one more time
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