Hold Up (Be My Lady)

Ooh I gotta stop Checking my phone cuz he’s not Calling I know and if does I’m out in the club Where Mr. Ven Pa’ca is now falling in love Yeah my new friend appreciates me While no text man aggravates me Well hello, ok, I’ve been swayed And I hope you say CHORUS: Hold up sugar what you got there? I wanna be your baby, ooh Smooth as butter got that hour glass Come on and be my lady Ooh, and I said hold up sugar So sweet, ooh-wee I wanna know you sugar So sweet ooh-wee POST CHORUS: Taste your sugar Sweetness sugar Real life sugar My new wife sugar x2 It’s funny how you’re hitting me up Because now you wanna link up Can’t you see I’m sick of your games This back and forth shit Don’t call me out of my name I don’t get it what’s your intention When I’m busy you pay attention Oh hell no No way I’m done being played So don’t try to say CHORUS- First I wake up then I lace up then I roll Ain’t got no time for no old lines no more Cuz if you just kept it more real it would’ve been more fun Keep my game tight never chase no one Snare snappy and the bass like uhh I’m not the one you turn to a story I’m more like ooh in the morning Write to me every day when I’m touring I got my suits tailored in my closet I like my boots real leather and my fruit dipped in chocolate I like my men like I like my underwear Mothafucka I don’t need you at all And if you really believe you been leading me on Then I believe you’ve been reading me wrong I’m the cream to the Mary Jane crop Lean to a Lil’ Wayne cough Scheme on me like you’re Madoff And you’ll see what I’m really made of CHORUS