Lord D'andre - Hollup

Oh Lord

Big rings, they thought I married a bitch
Hollup
Big green, I'm counting cabbage and shit
Hollup
Living, we living lavish and shit
Hollup
Thirteen, they know we having this shit
Rick Owens mixed with the Raf Simons
They doing bad business, I just want mad digits
I'm in my bag, I'm in it. You going out sad, you trippin'
Outfit rad, Dripping. These niggas pussy you Cat, kitten
I'm a big dog like Brad. I'm Pitting'

Big body Benz might hog up the lanes
I'm tryna' cop me a Bentley Mulsanne
Bitch I'm the bomb like Saddam Hussein
This drip rare, yo shit outdated
Like old black pants, I'm way too faded
Cut the cap. I don't want to hear it, you can save it
I'm on the grind, Tony Hawk Pro Skater
These niggas sweet like Now & Laters
I just copped a brand new wrist piece, but the shit way too heavy
Had to put some brand new ice in my Bezzy'
Presidential matte black Chevy
1 of 1, you can't get this shit off the shelf
All that hating ain't good for your health
Need to get some shit off your chest? (Aye)
And I'm rocking water like Phelps (Aye)
Double "C" , Double "G" , Gucci
I'm living Gucci. My life a movie
My diamonds wet like jacuzzi
And my diamonds dance like Uzi
Finger fuck the ring like a coochie
Mother fuck the fame, I be fucking on blue cheese
I could give a fuck about a groupie
They know I got it. They thinking I'm Hoodbaby
No baby. Get on the beat and I go crazy
Lately I been rocking

Big rings, they thought I married a bitch
Hollup
Big green, I'm counting cabbage and shit
Hollup
Living, we living lavish and shit
Hollup
Thirteen, they know we having this shit
Rick Owens mixed with the Raf Simons
They doing bad business, I just want mad digits
I'm in my bag, I'm in it. You going out sad, you trippin'
Outfit rad, Dripping. These niggas pussy you Cat, kitten
I'm a big dog like Brad. I'm Pitting'

Yesterday I ain't even put on a 'fit
Still dripped out. Still at the top-top
These niggas pissed off cause I'm on my shit now
And they can't get down with the gang
These niggas lame, Niggas can't hang
They was talking shit now these hoes on my dick
Look how they switch for the fame and the money and the chains
For the M's I probably couldn't blame you
Put a beam on his head. Now he looking like an Indian
These niggas sweeter than muhfucking cinnamon
Money is my muhfucking synonym
They know he's hot so they envy him
He is me, I am Him, He is the chosen one
They call me Lord, but I'm not the holy one
Imma feed your bitch balls after the club, that's a Hole-in-One
Hit and run like I don't got no insurance
I run this shit like I got good endurance
My diamonds clear like hydrated urine
I am not in the tax bracket that you're in
I am so sick, I think I need curing
All these lil niggas my children
Shawty eat the whole dick, she ain't sharing
I make her sing like Ed Sheeran
Bust a bitch down, now her pussy needs repairing

Big rings, they thought I married a bitch
Hollup
Big green, I'm counting cabbage and shit
Hollup
Living, we living lavish and shit
Hollup
Thirteen, they know we having this shit
Rick Owens mixed with the Raf Simons
They doing bad business, I just want mad digits
I'm in my bag, I'm in it. You going out sad, you trippin'
Outfit rad, Dripping. These niggas pussy you Cat, kitten
I'm a big dog like Brad. I'm Pitting'
they thought I married a bitch
Hollup
Big green, I'm counting cabbage and shit
Hollup
Living, we living lavish and shit
Hollup
Thirteen, they know we having this shit
Hollup

Written by:
Isaiah Smith

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