Chaz French – Hol Up (feat. Shy Glizzy)

Out with the old and in with the new

[Hook]
Kept my word stayed true
You ain’t got to hold me down I hold my own in this bitch
You ain’t got to hold me down
We gon wake em and slap em
Hol’ up say hol’ up, Hol’ up say hol’ up, Hol’ up say hol’ up
Yea it’s a goal messie with the goals
One thing just don’t count me out yo just don’t count me out
New Gucci on me these niggas look bummy
Did you put that shit on it?
You know how this can get when it’s real
Kept my word stayed true
[Intro]
Boy you ain’t about nothing, my nigga what’s happening
One thing just don’t count me out
It’s outta control you can’t control while keepin it true
Look I did this shit for the hoes, I did this shit for the youth
You ain’t got to hold me down
All of your hoes on my private they finna ball
[Verse 1]
Trips to Barbados we sit in the sand and we listen to Jazz
Man this shit ain’t you
Kept my word stayed true
You know how this can get when it’s real
[Hook]
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Ima finesse it through college long as she keep them toes polished
You and your bros flying privates
I did this shit for the gang gang, I did this shit for the wave
Yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip
Yea this the soundtrack to my life take a trip
It ain’t the same nothing was the same I’m Drake with the views
Boy go spend some hundreds go buy your bitch something
All of this gold, can’t wait to go platinum and see they reaction
Hol’ up say hol’ up, Hol’ up say hol’ up, Hol’ up say hol’ up
Yea just don’t count me out
[Shy Glizzy Verse]
I hold my own in this bitch
Go buy that bitch something before she run up under me
I hold my own in this bitch
This the soundtrack to my life
Money, money, money piling 20’s, 50’s, 100’s got em heard it all
She gon come andalay she gon come andalay she know I’m the money man
Horsing around in Ferraris let set it off
Yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip
One thing just don’t count me out
[Hook]
Getting this bag I kick it with Chaz, bitch look at my swag

We laid up in the shade we counting this cash my bitch she so bad

Can you turn the beat up too?
Problem solved like ohhhh
Yea just don’t count me out
I just might buy me an island
All of you new niggas sound the same you cannot say this don’t sound the same

Yea just don’t count me out
While you niggas acting I’m about that action
When they hear this they gon feel a way unless I add a xan or lean and 100K
I’m in my G-Wag, my moms got a beamer and my bitch got a Jag
One thing just don’t count me out

Yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip
We come from nothing we don’t ask for anything
We got more juice than Minute Made
You ain’t got to hold me down
You know how this can get when it’s real
I hold my own in this bitch
Hol’ up say hol’ up, Hol’ up say hol’ up, Hol’ up say hol’ up

Know that they napping, let’s flip up the mattress
I’m rappin and trappin, I’m trappin I’m robbin
Shit kept my word stayed true you know how this can get when it’s real