CURREN$Y- Hold On Lyrics (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)

CURREN$Y- Hold On Lyrics (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)

Hey yo, oh
A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main, bitch
I’ve been tthe man and I am still stainless
Hataz caught vapor, inhaling the anguish
Kill these beats humane fashion painless
Cellphone my bids to auctions cop paintings
Gotta have a more than cain load me to debatings
Just x nares fifth crack lacerations
Dope.. motherfucker catch up, the girls eyes..
Heard about that spitta stroke and she wanna be next up
Homie mad talkin bout boy when I catch up
Shit bound to get dough messed up and that’s so messed up
Let’s go press up, I’ve been the cut
Got a can of ozium I’m in the truck
Fresh cut, word to Gucci man photo shoot
Spitta in yo city homie send them ho’s through

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home
One car in front of the house don’t mean I’m home, yeah, yeah
Started in this mighty young

Well i stayed on my grind when them niggaz got lazy
And look how I’ve changed them hood hoes to ladies
And look how i changed them hoopdies to mercedes
And I admit that quit shootin ball was kinda crazy
But I was too focus on getting bread…pay me
Now they’re telling all of those DJ’s to play me
Mama sat me down and told me all about the 80’s
and my favorite color was green like money since a baby
The niggas turn flaky, , bitches turn shady
But no more great days, I wake up out amazing
Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGrady
And thas on everything that thirty first raised me
And thas on everything got adidas in all flavas
Practices makes perfect, perfect make paper
Paper take patience, and I’m still waiting
So it’s fuck you pay me i been ran outta favors

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home
One night in front of the house don’t mean I’m done, yeah, yeah
Started in this mighty young

I was playin my position, posted like a center
Money on my mind, the bank account getting bigger
Blowin by the pound, cases of the liquor
Niggas claim they g they g they all starting to look suspicious
Hatin on the planes every time our names get mentioned
I’m paying no attention, I keep on twistin
This purp so sticky, it’s getting stuck to my fingers
Jet set we’re here, hitting the game from all angles
We got it in the choke hold more like a strangle
Niggas say im one of the best and I ain’t ever dropped a single
My flow on point, you can tell from the lingo
Christmas sack of trees,yea im smoking Chris Cringle
Blue Cheese, Sour D and the Kush taste mango
The plane’s on the way, clear the runway and the lane ho

Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home
One night in front of the house don’t mean I’m done, yeah, yeah
Started in this mighty young.

[CURREN$Y- Hold On Lyrics (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)]

Thanks to user Ron for the contribution.