Holdin' Na (feat. C-Note)

Going down, say bitch, tell me what you think about me?
 I keep a bad yellow hammer bitch cooking G's
 And I got a candy '84 on 3's
 And I keep these R and B bitches on they knees
 I pimp so hard I was fucking up the game
 Nigga, you're a lame, you ain't holding like Sweet James
 They on my phone, call me Sir Jones
 Make a lot a money, so I keep the chrome
 20's on the car, keep a pint of bar
 Gripping on the wood, playing above the law
 Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane
 Fuck y'all pussy niggas too, it's whatever y'all wanna do do
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 Man, I break the scene, way before I became a king
 Crushing boys on the boulevard from summer to spring
 Music orientated, so when the rap game originated
 I beat it like puzzle pieces, niggas could fade it
 I made it to levels that other players only dream
 Brought heat to the scene, make the women on me cream
 And my money went to green from poppin' chrome
 And plus I got my self a jazzy yellow to bone
 Got the home and the cars, got the plaques and the stacks
 But mane back in the days, it wasn't nothing like that
 Shit, I remember when at first they wasn't really with it
 But they damn near shitted on themselves when we did it
 'Cause we holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 I'm holdin' na, big Benz looking swollen na
 Because we young, they probably thinking that we stole it na
 My papers' foldin' na, cigars, we be rolling na
 And it's the whole third coast and we control it na
 Down south we sippin' nothin' but bar
 Four TV's in my cars, I'm a ghetto star
 Chromin' blades on escaldes and parking lot pimpin'
 We got these broads steady trippin' 'cause it platinum we shippin'
 From Clover Land to PA, it be on for life
 And if you fucking with them boys, you might lose your life
 Niggas runnin' in your crib, you might lose your wife
 And if we at the light you might lose your ice
 It's the C the N to the O-T-E
 And you can crown me like a king, like my niggas UG
 I put it down for and that SUC
 We hit the spots on all the blocks, we keep it H-O-T nigga we holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na
 Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na
 Bitches, we controllin' na, man, I'm holdin' na