Bun B - Hold U Down lyrics

{Trey Songz} Hey, Hey, we keepin it trill, samba baby [Chorus] If you need love I'm lovin' If you need a thug I'm thuggin' If you need a hustla whatever you need girl I'ma hold you down Need a lil dough we flippin' got somewhwere to go I'm whippin be a love hustla whatever you need girl I'ma hold you down' [Bun B] Bun B the I'ma man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is tungsten I'm made of tough skin you gon respect me (hold up) Take mo then a average n***a to check me I'ma rider 'til the wheels go bald and they blow out (damn) One hundred and one percent G and its no doubt That if you need a man to make you feel secure then baby You ain't gotta look no more I got the cure You want money and j**els (j**els) You want clothes and cars (cars) Wanna live VIP rubbin shoulders wit stars (stars) Wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail the seas Then your wish is my command you can do what ya please (hey) The lap of luxury is what you'll be layin in Just respect the playa and the game that hes playin in (forreal) I can show you a side of life you never seen (huh) Cuz even the kid the trill need hisself queen [Chorus] [Mike Jones] See all that listenin to them hoes in your ear gotta quit I see they smile when I'm around when I leave they talk sh** They just mad cause I got you flippin jags poppin tags Brand new clothes you can't tell by the tag I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hatin They just waitin on you to slip so I could leave yo a** with nathan Then when I do that they gon back door and try to holla Hopin I'ma do them like you and drop them off some dollars But I ain't cause I can't afford to go back down that road I'd rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll But I ain't cause I can't afford to go back down that road I'd rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown Holla at me I'll be around (Mike Jones) But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown Holla at me I'll be around (Yea) [Chorus] I been puttin it down n***a and holdin my grounds n***a From off the mound n***a we duckin them clowns n***a Takin they crown n***a and shovin the town n***a Rocks off the ground got the cush by the pounds n***a Ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze Got the pinky on the ice love a b**h wit gold teeths n***a Hot girl n***a lovin the G Keep the work under the seat she do it for me Take a trip to port her off to the beach Tell her homie hold it down cause we hustle to eat And got me feelin like I lost my jones I done lost my homes so H town is on And nuttin change cause the palms got chrome n***a Do this in the early cause we gettin it on And baby girl you could shop alone And fly the four to France and take a hundred bones [Chorus]