Holdin' Na - UGK

Going down say b**ch tell me what you think about me

I keep a bad yellow hammer b**ch cooking G's

And I got a candy '84 on 3's

And I keep these R&B b**ches on they knees

I pimp so hard I was f**king up the game

Ni**a 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

F**k y'all p**sy niggas too

It's whatever y'all wanna do do

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches we controllin' na

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches we controllin' na

Man I'm Holdin na

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches we controllin' na

Man I'm Holdin na

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches we controllin' na

Man I'm Holdin na

Man I'm Holdin na

Man I break the scene way before I became a teen

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 on me cream

And my money went from green to poppin' chrome

Plus I Got my self a yellow jazzy 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

Sh*t 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 b**ches we controllin' na

Man I'm Holdin na

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches we controllin' na

Man I'm Holdin na

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches we controllin' na

Man I'm Holdin na

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches 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 f**king 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 Botany and that SUC

We hit the spots on all the blocks

We keep it H-O-T ni**a we holdin' na

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches we controllin' na

Man I'm Holdin na

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches we controllin' na

Man I'm Holdin na

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches we controllin' na

Man I'm Holdin na

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches we controllin' na

Man I'm Holdin na

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches we controllin' na

Man I'm Holdin na

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches we controllin' na

Man I'm Holdin na

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches we controllin' na

Man I'm Holdin na

Dollars we foldin' na slab

We rollin' na b**ches we controllin' na

Man I'm Holdin na