[Chorus]
Hold up
I can't wrap my head 'round this hoe
Now I'm growing up, and Momma want the best down the road
Just put your head down, I think you know what's best for us both
Just spent your rent, on a motherfuckin' bag, and a coat
No more than ten, we just aim 'em at your friends, let 'em go
We don't pretend, If I told you "We gon' spin," hide your folks
I'm not impressed, with your current amount of bands, you need more

[Verse]
She was never mine to begin, she just fell in love with the bags
I think I'm going under again, had it all, let it fall through my hands
I'm running out of time to forgive, I need love, need it all, to convince
I think I'm out my mind, been losing sleep about some ho' that I might never see again
Yeah, I came with that—, on my side, call the cops
He don't bring that—, he get fried, he get shot
Yo' boyfriend ain't on shit, he inside, he just watch
I jump right in that bitch, I'm on ten, I can't stop
I take another—, I'm getting higher than the gods
I cannot love this ho', she get too wild, she a thot
I stretch my pockets way too fucking wide, needa stop
He think he too cold, we get that widebody hot
My brudda' fire let them shots up

[Chorus]
Hold up
I can't wrap my head 'round this hoe
Now I'm growing up, and Momma want the best down the road
Just put your head down, I think you know what's best for us both
Just spent your rent, on a motherfuckin' bag, and a coat
No more than ten, we just aim 'em at your friends, let 'em go
We don't pretend, If I told you "We gon' spin," hide your folks
I'm not impressed, with your current amount of bands, you need more