Fat Trel - Hold That lyrics

[Intro: Mi$tro] I just pulled the condom off of my dick Before I wrote this verse (laughs) Aye Nilo bring some more b**hes Through this joint [Hook 2x: Yung Nilo] If he ain't talking money You can tell them hold that If she ain't for the team You can tell them hold that Bring them drinks on back Baby you can hold that I got a stack and a rack Oh no you can't hold that [Verse 1: Mi$tro] Mi$tro I'm s**er free Smoke Newports on yo mama couch f**ing hoes with J-Real Well I'm sipping lean, I'm from the south Allergic to that bullsh** n***as change, I stay the same Gang bang yo girlfriend Then bust a nut then yell gang gang My steez is on Jura**ic Nilo this one a cla**ic Power like David Stern, bossing like John Madden Take over like a tonka Shocking people like blanca Control the people like Hitler Fear my voice, like Osama Subtracting from all the lames n***a I divide and conquer 1-9-9-2 say my mother birthed a monster Mason Taylor no faking Well respected like Reagan Getting topped off Clinton While focusing on my Franklins Motivated by money My ambition is expensive f**ing the finest b**hes Ignoring all of the friendships This is not a game, shaking hands with the fame M-I-$-T-R-O gang gang [Hook 2x: Yung Nilo [Verse 2: Fat Trel] All I want for Christmas Is two filthy stripper b**hes, on my back They gone s** me, they gone f** me That's a fact, smoking pack If that b**h don't pay for me, we take her back First I Ciroc it Rose' it with no chase & throw it back We got that, on the crack All I wanted was a stack Now I'm on and we Patron And in the zone and throwing racks out Make me disrespect her s** And flex and throw her back out Maybe he just play me f** around and f** her tracks out s*utty boy, I ain't lying when I say she on your boy Stacks never fold boy, Pillsbury dough boy Dro boy, Oklahoma dro aroma getting it Rental whip and my intentions is to flip [?] Serious, I'm crazy in the brain my sh** delirious All I know is money kid, money keep my pockets big If she ain't trying to f** Tell a hoe to snatch back I be fly and all black, that's a fact Throw a stack [Hook 2x: Yung Nilo] [Verse 3: Yung Nilo] Hold that, pour that a little bit mo' If she ain't for the team she can hit that door Buzz so high, but my eyes so low It's Yung Nilo if you fools ain't know It's my time, I'm a shine fasho' No days off how the grind going go I don't wait in lines no mo' Pop one, got one, I'm going roll North East DC, I love my home Caroline County better give me that thrown 9 years of hard work can't you tell Got me in the studio working with Fat Trel Now I'm in the game they better give me an iso Hold that, kodak, Mason Taylor Mi$tro Whole time I been flexing G You mad your girlfriend texting me You let her meet moms, I'm a let her meet the team I'm only 18 with them stacks in my jeans Double cup love, I'm probably bent off of lean Junior Click I love my click My style raw, no rubbers chick I'm that kid, you can feel it in your gut If you ain't talking about money Tell a hoe shut up If she need something to hold Then tell her hold these nuts Faded off Bacardi, studio look like a party I'll probably s**t your shawty While I'm rolling off a molly Lokos on deck, big green looking like Shrek Get respect with the tech, she get respect with the neck [Hook 2x: Yung Nilo]