JIRI - Hol Up, Wait

Hold up, wait
Doubling the rate
Said I want a taste, now it's popping in my face
Hold up, wait
Got to make the move, get it jumping out of state
Said I took a break, now I'm running up the pace
Hold up, wait
Doubling the rate
Said I want a taste, now it's popping in my face
Hold up, wait
You ain't really fucking with the boy to this day
The card got weight
Yeah bitch feel the bank
Yeah, 100k I did it
Copped the crib down south
Now I'm NC living
Next year I'll prolly trade in the car I'm whipping
Always driven
I ain't settled till I'm out here cutting ribbons
Nah, nah
Bottle for the table, nigga that's a given
Only one
Asking if I'm sure, nigga I'm offended
What?
I did this all for y'all
Whether or not you want to ball
I'm always take care
My niggas will never starve
Yeah, Yeah
And I mean that
Jiri at the wheel, whipping smooth, you can relax
Feet up and lean back
Lights flash, scene snap
Laying out the goals on the board
I'm a seize that, believe that
Now I'm spazzing, found my passion back when Covid hit
Lost that shit, then lost myself, I'm just glad I noticed it
Spent the summer walking through the motions, now I'm over it
Because Cedes got it knocking through the crib like Jehovah hits
Hold up, wait
Doubling the rate
Said I want a taste, now it's popping in my face
Hold up, wait
Got to make the move, get it jumping out of state
Said I took a break, now I'm running up the pace
Hold up, wait
Doubling the rate
Said I want a taste, now it's popping in my face
Hold up, wait
You ain't really fucking with the boy to this day
The card got weight
Yeah bitch feel the bank
Hold up wait, yeah
Said I'm feeling great, yeah
In the back room and I'm gripping on her waist, yeah
Fronting like I'm stunting, but I'm really out of place, yeah
Shorty running game, I ain't trying to make mistakes, yeah
But she was trouble
Came in, I damn near stumbled
I was young, couldn't peep that hustle
Talk game, nigga I need that muzzle
Back and forth, that Jedi force
She got me hooked, I'm about to buckle
Feeling me up, I'm feeling myself
She calling me papi, rubbing the stubble
God damn this shit cray
But I cannot stay
Charging me four hundred, baby I would never pay
C'mon let's be real, I ain't no fool, I ain't no prey
I'm here for the stage, thought my nigga do the same
But he's emptying the bank
Hit the atm, gotta be like three A.M.
This shit had my ex mad, had to play pretend
That was back in 17'
LA set we hit the scene
I'll be back there with the team
Once I'm upping all the streams
Hold up, wait
Doubling the rate
Said I want a taste, now it's popping in my face
Hold up, wait
Got to make the move, get it jumping out of state
Said I took a break, now I'm running up the pace
Hold up, wait
Doubling the rate
Said I want a taste, now it's popping in my face
Hold up, wait
You ain't really fucking with the boy to this day
The card got weight
Yeah bitch feel the bank

Written by:
Tajiri Suarez

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