I wrote this record while 30 thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers They'll probably think I'm a terrorist Eat my asparagus, then I'm asking her Thoughts of a young nigga, fast money and freedom A crash dummy for dollars, I know you dyin' to meet 'em I'll prob'ly die in a minute Just bury me with 20 bitches, 20 million, and a Comptown fitted
Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big shit poppin' Section 80
Back in this bitch in the back of that bitch With my back against the wall and your bitch on the edge of my dick Jump off I call a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman I never did nothing but break the ground on top of the asphalt Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddling with the speed of a lightning bolt As a kid I killed two adults, I'm too advanced I lived my 20's at two years old, the wiser man Truth be told, I'm like 87 Wicked as 80 reverends in a pool of fire with devils holding hands From the distance, don't know which one is a Christian, damn Who can I trust in 2012? There's no one not even myself A Gemini screaming for help, somebody
Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't a option
Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big shit poppin' Ay, ay, kick her out the studio, Ali
24-7 nigga, workin' his ass for it, she poppin' that ass for it The King of diamonds wit' diamonds I never do ask for They checkin' my passport, I'm too accustomed with customs She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff 'em They want me to fast forward the game, and why you complain When you niggas is past poor, you'll never hop in my lane When you pushin' a rav four, you wreckin' my Jaguar You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard
Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't a option
Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up) Hol' up (hol' up)
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' When you do it like this, nigga
I wrote this record while 30 thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers They'll probably think I'm Osama The plane emergency landed, it was an honor, hol' up
