[Intro]
Aye Hol Up Kam For Real

[Chorus: Handsome Luke & (Roddy Ricch)]
I know you feel the pressure this a set up yea
Got my feet on the gas ain't gon let up yea
Got a nine on me gotta get his led up yea
A lotta these hoes f*ck with me to get they rep up (true shit)

We got pesos
By the case load (racks)
You ain't know this cake is why we in the race hoe (Skrrt)
Ten bitches for each real one in the building that's the ratio
Ten bitches for each real one in here that's the ratio

[Verse 1: Handsome Luke]
Might just put you on my payroll
Make you do whatever I say so (shut up)
We got ten thots on the way doe
Down for facials and fellatios (ehh)
Cash on steroids no conseco
Lambo spinout no tornado
Nasty slut wanna play like a angel
But she got cracks all in her halo (hol up)
Everyday I'm makin' me a movie like heat
I’m Kilmer with Dinero you beat
I'm indiscreet and in the street
Shawty she in to me on bended knee (Yea, yea)
And fuck all da enemies I mean it G
I'm cold they anemic bulimic you better believe it
Sickest in space you from venus
But men are from Mars (ooohh)
I'm a god in Goyard
No I don't need no backin'
Hop on a jet with no baggage (ooohh)
Ain't got no deal
But still spend like a mil on taxes (aye)
What I'm kickin non fiction
This here actual factual (Ou, Bee)
All that hatin' don't matter
Imma get this bag and get back to you (hol up)
[Chorus: Handsome Luke & (Roddy Ricch)]
I know you feel the pressure this a set up yea
Got my feet on the gas ain't gon let up yea (Take off, Take Off)
Got a nine on me gotta get his led up yea
A lotta these hoes f*ck with me to get they rep up (Ha Ha)

We got pesos
By the case load (racks)
You ain't know this cake is why we in the race hoe (Skrrt)
Ten bitches for each real one in the building that's the ratio
Ten bitches for each real one in here that's the ratio

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
Came out the project so I gotta keep a ratchet yea
I be in the Tahoe or the sprinter van with the savages yea
She been wanna throw that pussy cause she seen the Audemar
She wanna get invited to the crib to see the garage with all the cars
I was in the baseball field n*gga don't do no cappin' (yea)
Had to trap and put them hunnids in the mattress yea
Got to the money then I had to cut off my last bitch yea
I'm the first millionaire that came up out my hood
I just put her in the Bentley coupe and fucked her on the wood
She been want me to eat that pussy I'm like Mhm Mhm good
I done seen all my dogs make a hunnid bands off the jug
I'm a a real street N*gga don't get it misunderstood
They be lyin in they raps I really got VV's
Cashin out on new Chanel I got the CC
Gotta stay down with my dawgs I know they need me
A n*gga gotta feed the streets cause I'm knee deep yea yea yea
[Chorus: Handsome Luke & (Roddy Ricch)]
I know you feel the pressure this a set up yea
Got my feet on the gas ain't gon let up yea (Take off, Take Off)
Got a nine on me gotta get his led up yea
A lotta these hoes f*ck with me to get they rep up (Ha Ha)

We got pesos
By the case load (racks)
You ain't know this cake is why we in the race hoe (Skrrt)
Ten bitches for each real one in the building that's the ratio
Ten bitches for each real one in here that's the ratio

[Outro: Handsome Luke]
Ten bitches for each real one in the building that's the ratio
Ten bitches for each real one in here that's the ratio