Hold Up lyrics

Artist  : Nelly 
Song : Hold Up



 Send "Hold Up" Ringtone to your Cell 

 We doing a hundred on the highway, switchin' lane
after lane

If the po po come then let '€˜em, ain't no
stopping today

We brought out them horses tonight, the big
blocks

Dual cams, chrome pipes, I know you hear '€˜em



Please, who in your hood wouldn't trade places
with me?

If I ain't what you're tryin' to be, then why you
hustling see?

To be young, black and rich, and thank the
combination

Tell me when it's switched, I need to know,
listen



Maybe the problem is you thinking too small

You niggas only want to rap and that's all

Your only goal is to buy out the mall, my goal to
buy me a mall

You want to stunt for the summer, I'm trying to
buy me the fall

It's a MySpace lick, you know how heavy hits
MySpace get, yow



It's like I'm hurtin' feelings just by telling
the truth

I'm hurtin' feelings in and out of this booth,
now listen

You see me sitting in a turning lane, you're a
nigger, mine a bigger man

You always braggin' '€˜bout a little change you
need to step up your game



You better hold up and hold up, hold up and hold
up, hold up and hold up

You better sit your ass down

Hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up, hold up
and hold up

You better sit your ass down



My block I see you haters watchin' me, but I
ain't trippin'

We all see it ain't no stoppin' me, when you a
millionaire

You steady buyin' property, I got land

To come catch me, you hit the lottery, niggas so
stop playin'



I ride when I want to, and ye ain't know

See me buyin' what I want to, walk out the
store

A hundred thousand in my pocket, you can tell how
I'm walking

I ball like a dog, and they keep they heads
crunk



Tossin' at the red light, go on pro, go on tar
Candy Red tight

My 54 nigga, wanted that oregano, fresh off a
case

And now they hatin' every paranoid, yeah you
better know it



What I'm bringin' ye ain't ready for, go right
ya

What's to tell em, go and kill em boys, and
lights out

Nigga I ain't playin' witcha, the really dead hit
ya

Don't let me pull up on you in that turning lane
nigga



You see me sitting in a turning lane, you're a
nigger, mine a bigger man

You always braggin' '€˜bout a little change you
need to step up your game



Hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up, hold up
and hold up

You better sit your ass down

Hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up, hold up
and hold up

You better sit your ass down



Got my bread stacked high like Mike in NBA
highlights

Mansion, me and jacuzzi bubblin' with
skylights

I'm Cool L, duels, killin' niggas' eyesight

Wal Mart stocks, Mercedes 7, damn right



My wrists stay glistenin', two birds kissin'

And I'm sick of all this money, somebody call the
position in

The American dream, I'm what niggas is
envisionin'

You clowns ain't makin' your brains, you just
drizzin' it



Packin' like I ain't famous, talkin' '€˜bout

I throw a party at the bank, walk a million
out

Got over 30 movies, what you think you doin' to
me?

You sold a couple records out, how you think you
gon' outdo me?



You know I'm in shape for slappin, you gon' try
to sue me

I buy you off, slide off with your lil' cutie

All this money is a goddamn nuisance

Look at my career, yeah, I'm the blueprint



You see me sitting in a turning lane, you're a
nigger, mine a bigger man

You always braggin' '€˜bout a little change you
need to step up your game



Hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up, hold up
and hold up

You better sit your ass down

Hold up and hold up, hold up and hold up, hold up
and hold up

You better sit your ass down