Hold up
I can't wrap my head 'round this hoe
Now I'm growing up, and Momma want the best down the road
Just put your head down, I think you know what's best for us both
Just spent your rent, on a motherfuckin' bag, and a coat
No more than ten, we just aim 'em at your friends, let 'em go
We don't pretend, If I told you "We gon' spin," hide your folks
I'm not impressed, with your current amount of bands, you need more

She was never mine to begin, she just fell in love with the bags
I think I'm going under again, had it all, let it fall through my hands
I'm running out of time to forgive, I need love, need it all, to convince
I think I'm out my mind, been losing sleep about some ho' that I might never see again
Yeah, I came with that—, on my side, call the cops
He don't bring that—, he get fried, he get shot
Yo' boyfriend ain't on shit, he inside, he just watch
I jump right in that bitch, I'm on ten, I can't stop
I take another—, I'm getting higher than the gods
I cannot love this ho', she get too wild, she a thot
I stretch my pockets way too fucking wide, needa stop
He think he too cold, we get that widebody hot
My brudda' fire let them shots up

Hold up
I can't wrap my head 'round this hoe
Now I'm growing up, and Momma want the best down the road
Just put your head down, I think you know what's best for us both
Just spent your rent, on a motherfuckin' bag, and a coat
No more than ten, we just aim 'em at your friends, let 'em go
We don't pretend, If I told you "We gon' spin," hide your folks
I'm not impressed, with your current amount of bands, you need more