Hol' It Up Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[D]Yeah,
Chedis, you know, tropical shit, you know,
like the juice that you be drinking in the morning, alright, yeah
Tell my boys to hassle banks like
Jimmy
Floyd, that way
TSP's loyal, then I be making noise, oi oi
Tell my
Eurover
G's and
Ghanaians to speak
Twi
With more paper than
Fleet
Street
Cree
I want cash like the
UK
GDP
Made legally, money works for me
My best employee, who will fend for me
When I'm run down and need pounds
2G's down and a nicer
Cause I'm that much wiser
You might be earning sterling
But ain't a cash analyzer
Girls heard I'm from
Niger
And think I'm far from a miser
But I say I'm
Ghanaian
And don't end up paying
But I say I'm
Ghanaian
And don't [Em]end up pay[D]ing
We just roll it up
If you got weed you just roll it up
If you drinkin' tennis, you should sober up
Got a hole in your sock,
you better sew that up
No shame in our game, put them all in a cup
We move and strut, yeah, we walk in with
Lady
Luck
Never gonna dead, no stinkin' bark
Yo, oh, then my time become
chalk
I'ma take out my venomous fork
My front [Em]teeth [D]gnashing
over minimal keys
Just give me my jeans,
let the runner proceed
With a good heart structure
Duck to the rhythm, head bop to the rhythm
I one -foot skank and see
signs in the rhythm
We [Dm]drinkin' this [D]wine and we
[Em]smokin' this [D]skunk
[Em]And [D]all of a sudden I felt
my [Em]heart[D]beat jump
Is it the
Holy
Ghost or [Em]weed [D]psychosis?
Somethin' got me feelin'
like a modern -day
Moses
People might laugh as I
walk with my staff
True, they never know I just
took my purple bath
Banana hope, banana boat,
banana clan
International shop ting,
seeds from the motherland
Spannin' the planet with the
extension of love
Spannin' the planet with
the extension of dab
Some of them are butterflies,
some of them are
We just hold it up
If [Em]you g[D]ot weed, you j[Dm]ust roll it [D]up
If you drinkin' tennis, you should sober up
Got a hole in your sock,
you better sew that up
No shame in our game, put them all in a cup
We move and strut
Yeah, we walk in with
Lady
Luck
Never gonna dead, no stinkin' rock
Yo, all of them a try for cum shock
Yeah,
Madrid's a ruse maneuver
You know what I'm sayin'?
Tryna make the grands like
Pooba
That's how we do it
You know what mean?
Still having fun
It's never done
Like a kipper since there was a nipper

[Outro 1]
Yeah
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