Fetty Wap - Daddy Holding lyrics

[Intro: P-Dice] Ay, ahhh, ay They know my..Daddy Holding But b**h you knew that already, didn't you? Hahahaha, Sliiice, 38 [Hook: P-Dice] Roll the dank, spark, give in Get my change large and win Til the saints marching in, there they go Move a 8-ball and rinse Make them hate hard and glimpse Til the saints marching in, there they go Cheddar, baby I'm iced Yeah you know it, yeah you know it Hella ladies on Dice Daddy holding, daddy holding Two them things in my pint Yeah you know it, yeah you know it New Mercedes on Mike's Daddy holding, daddy holding [Verse 1: Fetty Wap] Ay, she just wanna party with a rock star I'm the dope man, I'm a pop star I'm a trap god, I'm a block star Copped a lot of Robins, lot of hot cars b**h wanna rock my chain, b**h Remy Boyz my gang Big ZooWap my name, bi-big ZooWap my name b**h wanna rock my chain, b**h Remy Boyz my gang Big ZooWap my name, big ZooWap my name [?] love the birds, love the pigeons, Forgiatos when I'm whipping Black beamer, 26's, no roof, ceiling missing [?] when she tipsy, ZooWap something different Hundred million, that's the mission, gotta win, gotta get it Squad! [Hook] [Verse 2: P-Dice] If I'm dipping out, I mean the chips is out, I'm getting guap involved You run up in my house, I got the blickies out, there ain't no locking doors I'm finna ship these out, you know the sh** be 'bout 'em, tryna get these bars I pull the riches out, I heard the b**hes out, I'm tryna get me some All these stacks, you oughta see it, loading gats, my squad the meanest Got my back, they orthopedic and you know it All these stacks, they oughta see it, load us gats, my squad the meanest Got my back, they orthopedic and we holding I be wearing stacks no matter where I'm at, I'm getting dumb loot I took a pic with racks and then she hit my jack, she told me come through I whip a 8-ball 'til it stay hard, then I rinse off I'm with eight hoes getting faced off 'til my dick soft [Hook] [Verse 3: Montana Bucks] I be holding, I be holding, I be holding Riding in the Range like it's stolen And I just popped a gram so I'm rolling Hit me up cause I got it for the lowest I ain't gotta tell you cause you know this Sipping 17, might mix it with the Moet Might not even drink this sh**, I f** 'round and pour it When they cut the check, I might just cut me a Rolex Hundred on the highway, see the cops, I'ma floor it I got hittas like a turret And you know we coming for it b**h I'm riding, b**h I'm scoring [Hook]