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hold on - rich the kid lyrics

[intro]
they be hatin’, they be—
they be waitin’, they be broke
they be—
ha, ha, ha, yeah

[chorus]
came from the bottom, mud really
n*ggas hatin’, they can’t f*ck 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), b*tch, i’m rich like roddy (roddy)
hot like i caught a body (hot)
these n*ggas 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

[verse 1]
chillin, big chillin’
in my living room, count a milli’ (yeah)
fall off? you must be silly (ha)
your whole label can’t f*ck with me
i love my b*tches like romeo (romeo)
half a ticket when i do a show (woo, woo)
bad b*tch 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 d*ck (d*ck)
had to grind, this sh*t wasn’t quick (quick)
they want a n*gga to fall off (fall off)
hop in the maybach and haul off (ha)
your b*tch 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 d*ck” (yeah)
[chorus]
came from the bottom, mud really
n*ggas hatin’, they can’t f*ck 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), b*tch, i’m rich like roddy (roddy)
hot like i caught a body (hot)
these n*ggas rappin’ for they self (self)
goyard on my belt (what?)
walk in the building (building), all the hoes, make ’em melt (melt)
i came from rags to riches (riches), then i put the bros on (bros on)
look at my wrist, it’s snow cone
you think i’ma fall off? hold on

[verse 2]
i’m tryna strike (strike) like yachty (yachty)
my b*tch, i paid for her body (woo)
the draco with me, ridin’ shotty (shotty)
like, who the f*ck is these n*ggas? (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 bas*m*nt, big tigger
she a bad b*tch, she like hookah (yeah)
only facetime with my ‘ooters (‘ooters)
she a bougie b*tch, like noodles (noodles)
big dog, ain’t talkin’ no poodles (yeah)
i got a pack of m&ms
cut ’em off, i don’t f*ck with them (woo)
family, i don’t need no friends
go to the mall, spend at least a ten (rich)
[chorus]
came from the bottom, mud really
n*ggas hatin’, they can’t f*ck 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), b*tch, i’m rich like roddy (roddy)
hot like i caught a body (hot)
these n*ggas rappin’ for they self (self)
goyard on my belt (what?)
walk in the building (building), all the hoes, make ’em melt (melt)
i came from rags to riches (riches), then i put the bros on (bros on)
look at my wrist, it’s snow cone
you think i’ma fall off? hold on (hold on)

- rich the kid lyrics

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