Hold You Down Red Cafe (Ft. Teyana Taylor)

[Intro: Red Cafe]
Huh... yeah
What else?
No need to prolong this thing
Let's get to it.. Psycho

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
I came for the money, fuck the bullshit
Rich nigga in the hood, guess I'm hood rich
Fornicating with models and all this dirty money
Introduce her to the life, now she working for me
Never do permanent shit with temporary people
Loyalty from the cradle to cemetery people
These real words, I live by
While I wave at the rich neighbors I live by, yeah

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
You will never find another woman like me
I will always be the realest
Baby, don't you worry, I will hold you down
So let me be your, be, be, be, be, be, be...
I wanna ride with you, roll with you, roll with you, ride
Baby, hold you down and you'll never stop, oh no

[Verse 2: Red Cafe]
Yeah, what else?
Psycho, huh
Pop bottles to celebrate every day though
I'm playing with real paper, not Play Doh
Old haters, new haters, tell 'em form a line
My flight delayed but money on time
Passion of a thug, down bitch for life
Treat it like religion, passion of Christ
I'm a dealer and ev'rybody's a customer
I'm getting to it, ev'ryday I'm a hustler
Lactose intolerant, but I love cheese
They're calling me the king, guess I must be
Work hard, play hard, this real life
This what a champion look like
Story unfold, rags to the riches
Rolls for the kings, Jag for the missus
Rolex wrist wear for the 6th year
Chop nemes, you might see my bitch there
Ha, believe that, yeah.. psycho, psycho