"Hold Me Down" lyrics

Uh, let 'em know I'm pullin' up
Mm, pistol totin' with cuh
Bankroll full of dubs, that's my favorite paper
Double-click her IG pic, she don't need no make-up, uh
French tip, designer bag, gotta be gettin' some paper

So tell me 'bout your past, that nigga beat your ass?
He showed you where his stash, she couldn't do shit but laugh
She say, "I like your style," I say I like your smile
I be your best friend, hit me when you down
Vacations out the country, Dominic' Republic
Um, we fuckin', she cussin', girl, that pussy bustin'
Do that trick, the one I like, that make me spend that money
Uh, pull that foreign out at night, so you can hear me comin', vroom
I'm still on the road, uh, I'm still doin' shows, uh
Money on the table, uh, that's who hit my phone, uh
Found a pot of gold, I'm sunset ridin' in that Rolls, uh
Five-five, different approach, how your mental? What's your goal? Uh
Hot as hell, makin' sales on the block again
Lou ain't never have no guidance, all he know is sin
Make an oath, say a prayer, then go sin again
Smoke an opp, roll him up, he'll kill his friend
Uh, with me in a steamer, put you in a Bimmer
Take you to my childhood, let you meet my people
Know it's all overstood, kickin' shit like FIFA
One of the ones, only right you let a rebel treat ya

Let 'em know I'm pullin' up
Um, pistol totin' with cuh
Bankroll full of dubs, uh, that's my favorite paper, uh
Double-click her IG pic, she don't need no make-up, uh
French tip, designer bag, gotta be gettin' some paper