Young Dolph – Hold Up Hold Up Hold Up Lyrics | Audio

Lyrics Hold Up Hold Up Hold Up – Young Dolph

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
We was down for so long, didn’t have no choice but to go up
Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up
Spendin’ racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin’ her glow up

Rich n**ga still in the neighborhood store eatin’ cold cuts
Street n**ga, b**ch, I’m in the Bentley doin’ donuts
Taught myself how to get millions, ain’t nobody show us
Front my young n**ga fifty ‘bows, told him, Lil’ n**ga, grow up
It’s Dolph

Uncle Vic told me stay down with this s**t ’til it blow up
Smokin’ on some s**t you not, got Wock-Wock in my soda
Used to sign for the packs, now I sign t-shirts and posters
Drop five hundred racks to drop the top on that new Rolls truck

Balenciaga the drip
First class, Dubai, take a trip
Spend a little bit, stack all the chips
I walk in Margiela and go crazy
Can’t get money with me, you too lazy
One thing I ain’t never did
Was never ever ever let a b**ch play me
I put it down in the city, now I’m up, n**ga
I used to eat a hundred P’s just for lunch, n**ga
I got f**k n**gas recruitin’ other f**k n**gas
Hustle hard, ain’t no such thing as luck, n**ga

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
We was down for so long, didn’t have no choice but to go up
Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up
Spendin’ racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin’ her glow up

Rich n**ga still in the neighborhood store eatin’ cold cuts
Street n**ga, b**ch, I’m in the Bentley doin’ donuts
Taught myself how to get millions, ain’t nobody show us
Front my young n**ga fifty ‘bows, told him, Lil’ n**ga, grow up
It’s Dolph

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I just poured an eight of codeine in a Coca-Cola
I make it look too easy, I carry my whole hood on my shoulders
If money not in the equation, please do not approach us
Cut my day-one n**ga off because of jealousy
Every day, I’ma get fresh and pour up medicine
Poured too much syrup by mistake because I’m heavy-handed
B**ch, I’m the plug best friend, you just a middleman
I don’t f**k with them n**gas, I’m cut from a different cloth
Ask your CEO and your rap friends why they hate Dolph
Rich n**ga how I pop it on ’em
The top come off, so I dropped it on ’em
Paid 30K over sticker price, I had to cop it on ’em

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
We was down for so long, didn’t haνe no choice but to go up
Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up
Spendin’ racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin’ her glow up

Rich n**ga still in the neighborhood store eatin’ cold cuts
Street n**ga, b**ch, I’m in the Bentley doin’ donuts
Taught myself how to get millions, ain’t nobody show us
Front my young n**ga fifty ‘bows, told him, Lil’ n**ga, grow up
It’s Dolph

I remember my mom and dad
Was livin’ in a one-room shack
Nowadays, I wake up in a mansion
I remember my mom and dad didn’t even have a car
I don’t wanna get started to nowadays, man
Ayy, man, half of that s**t out there in my driveway
I can’t even spell that s**t, man
On God, huh
It’s Dolph…

➤ Written by Young Dolph
Album: Rich Slave
Produced by BandPlay
Young Dolph | 2020

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