Testo Hold On - Rich The Kid
Testo della canzone Hold On (Rich The Kid), tratta dall'album Life's A Gamble
They be hatin', they be-
They be waitin', they be broke
They be
Ha, ha, ha, yeah
Came from the bottom, mud really
Niggas hatin', they can't fuck with me (woo)
Rich Forever, then you stuck with me (stuck with me)
Cut a check, like a buck fifty (fifty)
Like, how you gon' doubt me? (doubt me)
On the walls, got a lot of platinum (platinum)
Bitch, I'm rich like Roddy (Roddy)
Hot like I caught a body (hot)
These niggas rappin' for they self (self)
Goyard on my belt (what?)
Walk in the building (building)
All the hoes, make 'em melt (mеlt)
I came from rags to riches (riches), thеn I put the bros on (bros on)
Look at my wrist, it's snow cone
You think I'ma fall off? Hold on
Chillin, big chillin'
In my living room, count a milli' (yeah)
Fall off? You must be silly (ha)
Your whole label can't fuck with me
I love my bitches like Romeo (Romeo)
Half a ticket when I do a show (woo, woo)
Bad bitch on the beach with open toes (woo, woo, woo)
I was trappin', sellin' 'bows
Trap, trap, trap (trap)
Had to teach myself how to rap (rap)
Don't sleep on me, don't take a nap (nah)
On the couch, I ain't left the trap (nah)
They holdin' on, they on my dick (dick)
Had to grind, this shit wasn't quick (quick)
They want a nigga to fall off (fall off)
Hop in the Maybach and haul off (ha)
Your bitch got plenty mileage (plenty mileage)
Might do a song with Billie Eilish (yeah)
I caught me some head in Follies (Follies)
Back then, I was really wildin' (really wildin')
Badass lil' jit' (jit')
Ain't no more trappin', I'm legit (woo, woo, woo)
Heard they waitin' on me to fall off
Tell 'em, "Hold onto my dick" (yeah)
Came from the bottom, mud really
Niggas hatin', they can't fuck with me (woo)
Rich Forever, then you stuck with me (stuck with me)
Cut a check, like a buck fifty (fifty)
Like, how you gon' doubt me? (doubt me)
On the walls, got a lot of platinum (platinum)
Bitch, I'm rich like Roddy (Roddy)
Hot like I caught a body (hot)
These niggas rappin' for they self (self)
Goyard on my belt (what?)
Walk in the building (building)
All the hoes, make 'em melt (mеlt)
I came from rags to riches (riches), thеn I put the bros on (bros on)
Look at my wrist, it's snow cone
You think I'ma fall off? Hold on
I'm tryna strike (strike) like Yachty (Yachty)
My bitch, I paid for her body (woo)
The Draco with me, ridin' shotty (shotty)
Like, who the fuck is these niggas? (Yeah)
I'm the bossman, can't sit with you (boss)
I copped the Merc' to get with you (Merc')
I'm still in the basement, Big Tigger
She a bad bitch, she like hookah (yeah)
Only FaceTime with my 'ooters ('ooters)
She a bougie bitch, like noodles (noodles)
Big dog, ain't talkin' no poodles (yeah)
I got a pack of M&Ms
Cut 'em off, I don't fuck with them (woo)
Family, I don't need no friends
Go to the mall, spend at least a ten (rich)
Came from the bottom, mud really
Niggas hatin', they can't fuck with me (woo)
Rich Forever, then you stuck with me (stuck with me)
Cut a check, like a buck fifty (fifty)
Like, how you gon' doubt me? (doubt me)
On the walls, got a lot of platinum (platinum)
Bitch, I'm rich like Roddy (Roddy)
Hot like I caught a body (hot)
These niggas rappin' for they self (self)
Goyard on my belt (what?)
Walk in the building (building)
All the hoes, make 'em melt (mеlt)
I came from rags to riches (riches), thеn I put the bros on (bros on)
Look at my wrist, it's snow cone
You think I'ma fall off? Hold on
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Writer(s): Dimitri Roger
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