Ca$hout NLM - Hold On Lyrics

Bitch I got money I'm working
I'm making music while these niggas is hurtin
Crazy these hoes rather f*ck for a birkin
My homie tripping, he gon off the perkin
Damn
I'm not a rapper yall sweet
My jordan a1s look good with a fleece
Flex with the money and now I got beef
Talk out his neck man I knock out his teeth
No kizzy
I'm tryna f*ck but I'm busy
If I lose money it comes back like a frisbee
Selling them rocks let me keep it a milli
Made 5 racks I just went on a frenzy
Damn
I'm a young nigga and I'm lit
I ain't worried about pussy I get hype over drip
I shot first he couldn't get off his hip
I knew she suck man she talk with a lisp
How you mad she a eater
We still f*ck in a double 2 seater
Bitch I'm karma I wanna get even
F*ck her so good then I leave her
She caught the balls just like a receiver
Boy I'm cash I can kill every feature
On the Opp block still booming my speakers
Dog ass bitch I'm not mad she a cheater
Hold on

Nigga u hype calm down
Why would I fight when my Glock got some rounds
Not catching strays, catching flights outta town
Have my first show and I'll jump in the crowd
She gave me brain she don't know her vowels
Got deep in the pussy and I damn near drowned
Bitch I got money Man U don't gotta frown
I can flip money just give me a pound
Hold on

It's cash Finna run it again
Send 50 shots it's many men
Watch how I dress I'm setting a trend
Cartier glasses don't got no lens
F*cking bad bitches they all be 10s
F*ck the lamb truck just bought a benz
Why would I trust u when I ain't got no friends
If I go broke I'll just get it again
How many times I gotta tell u that I'm him
How niggas balling they ain't got no rim
Time to line em up it's time for a trim
Bitch gave me head she can't count to 10
Got deep in pussy she ain't know I can swim
She want me I just want her friend
Tired being broke it's coming to a end
Henny and coke is my type of blend
I will never quit fold or bend
Clown ass bitch call her Harley Quinn
I speak money yall don't comprehend
I'm the realest don't care who I offend
Call up beem he steady be rapping
Shop at the mall when my niggas get active
Stepping on they necks and I just started rapping
Just bought a whip and I'm racing in traffic
Carry the beat man dont look man it's graphic
G fazo sneaks man them shits a classic
I drip to the flo man clean up the hazard
Be ghosting the hoes, damn I know magic
U said that they rob u don't tell me what happened
Even if I could I'll sell crack through my attic
U play with the pistols my guns automatic
My Niggas don't play so don't tell me it's static

Nigga u hype calm down
Why would I fight when my Glock got rounds
Not catch strays catching flights outta town
I'll have my 1st show and I'll jump in the crowd
She gave me brain she don't know her vowels
I got deep in the pussy and I damn near drowned
Bitch I got money man u don't gotta frown
I can flip money just give me a pound
Hold on