Hold On

(Fire this bitch up, Hulk, gang)

My lil' girl, she good, my lil' brother bond paid
I'm cool without Anthony Davis, I feel like LeBron James
Before Kobe died on a plane, I been ballin' before Bron came
He washed up now, but I'm Curry when he was shootin' long-range
I ain't washed up, a nigga still got it, 720, this car robotic
Quarter million, I don't even drive it, half a million, me and Rod denied it
Tell the label to double the budget or it's cool, I won't sign to nobody
My daddy had cocaine, I had the music, we started a group like Yo Gotti
Pops got out the game, bought a truck, but he still could cook up a brick
Been laced up my Chucks, I'm still on the right with this shit
Know a couple niggas she fucked, I ain't trippin', she still gettin' hit
Say she got a baby on the way, I'm tryna hit the kid head with my dick
Hold up, what you mean? Hold on, I'm on beans, hold on
I'm on lean, hold on, this not no green, hold on
I don't watch movies, but I'm in that mode, so shawty gon' scream, "Hold on"
Fuck you until your water break, then tell the kid hold on
I'm still on the way, be patient, I got old money, it's ancient
I spent whole hundreds on cases, if she cute, I'm tippin' the waitress
Finally livin' my dream, I hate I had to go back to the basics
She confused, she thought Bottega was from Asics
Bitch, what you mean? Hold on, them ain't no Asics, them Bottegas
The pink, the blue, the green, the silver, you want it, then you got all flavors
I paid for your maintenance, go get a wax, you don't need no razors
Still billy, but I got love for all my trailblazers
I got bros who bangin' for Pete, it say SRT on the seat
I got strikers stored for days, remember we stole that Jeep
I can't rap on Live, they leakin', now the car got sensors, keep beepin'
I'm confused that you got a man, how you be at my house on the weekend?
You say you cheat on your man, hold on, I don't even care, go home
You say you need money for your hair, I don't ever care, here a loan
You say you look good with any hair, keep it, go short, Nia Long
Say you got sentenced to prison, go buy a knife and a phone
If you havin' pape' for real, make sure you get you a drone
And watch how niggas start hatin' soon as they see that you on
Won't let 'em rock me to sleep, I'm on whatever they on
I didn't write none of this song, I spit this shit off the dome
I'm textin' a ho who work here, I don't even supposed to have a phone
Especially when they see my face, other than that, I'm really unknown
I'm locked in with myself, I'm in a whole 'nother zone
And I wanna play with my daughter, I can't wait to go home