[Verse 1]
Self-employed so I'm paying me, stayin' trill 'cause it pay to be
Won't lie I parked handicapped and then get a ticket and pay the fee
Ridin' 84 or the 83, ain't ridin' them, then they ain't wit me
How y'all pay to get in the club, and then hate on the person y'all pay to see
Now we got my block live again, look at these whips we're riding in
Making balling look easy baby, we don't practice like Iverson
Sliding in on them super pokes when I'm getting close just guard your face
All the sinners start calling God, all the rappers start calling Mase
Drop sounding like an earthquake, trunk bound to make the earth shake
Every day is a movie for me, like the destination on the first date
Telling me it's her birthday, new shoes and her purse suede
You should go and preach to the choir, I ain't the one that you can persuade
She ain't worry of the hotel, I wouldn't even get a motel
Mess around and take your girl from you then sell her to ya for the whole sell
(Oh well) Have her back, won't love but I love the stacks
So I'm pulling up in that you know what, they looking at me like, what is that?
[Hook]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
That's what they call it
Soon they see me roll up, roll up
They don't know what to call that
So they call it, call it, call it
Hold up, hold up, hold up
That's what they call it
Hold up, hold up, hold up
That's what they call it
Soon they see roll up, roll up
They don't know what to call that
So they call it, call it, call it
Hold up
[Verse 2]
Told Brad to send me a track, he send me a track that sound like the trap
I don't know normally do this, but hey when I do it sound like a "brat"
Competition left laying flat, I'm just hoping that you try
I'm just hoping you try to try me, get drag around by your suit tie
You can catch me in a foreign city, where they don't even know I rap
First album when platinum so there ain't many places on my map
Going golf in Iraq, going shopping in Dubai
She'll be asking her man for gifts and give me the gifts the her dude buy
Bought a wallet with a mouse trap, no rat can get my cheese
Hoodrats get no scraps get throwed back like huaraches
Wanna book me for 5 G's, read the sign that say stop please
Can't knock me my trunk knockin, might make your woman look knock knee
Call me but I'm unreachable, too trill to be speaking to
Got lost in my own garage and they couldn't find me for a week or two
My trunk'll open like peek-a-boo, neon lights'll be seeping through
Candy blue, all my speakers blue, but I turned ‘em up and my speakers blew
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[Verse 3]
Hold up man, just hold up man, rep the state then pour up then
Chew up cheese and throw up grands then get some bread yall know I'm jam
It's lunch time, she got one friend, but just one fine
One four, one dime, you already know which one mine
Tripping like Juicy J, Cee Lo done got me in the booth today
If it come 'tween hoes and dough I drop off the chick and then scoop the pay
Might as well, I might as well, pa**ing up dough is a major fail
Take a trip to South Africa, but can't leave the paper like Dave Chappelle
Realest rapper you'll ever meet, she want an autograph on her fake breast
Too young or just too dumb, girl slow it down and take a brake test
Jackers out when my Lac is out, don't worry 'bout it, I ain't stressed
Hot chocolate on my hollow tips, they might mess around and get a taste test
[Hook]