Hold My Cup Shad da God (Ft. Young Thug)

[Intro: Shad da God]
(Wheezy beats)
(Joe McLaren)
Hold up

[Chorus: Shad da God]
Hold my cup then let me dab
Hold my cup, let me cut our racks
Hold my cup, let me get my strap
Hold my cup, give me my cup back
Hold my cup, give me my cup back
Scroll my blunt, this an Iraq pack
All these Maison come from Saks (Margiela)
We ain't goin' back or forth 'bout that
We told em, stick for the whole team
I done got four rings would have won six rings
And we gon' buy watches for the whole team
Chain for the whole team and some earrings
And he's like, well we'll do no black on black when we got thirties on a ho
Any rats he'll light this stick see we got pistols at the show

[Verse 1: Shad da God]
Bad bitches link up
Come get leaned up, come get doped up (Hold up)
I'm feeling generous today, after we fuck, you could post up
I pulled around with the Rover
Fuck 'bout none of that shit, I need some ice and some soda
I can use my old cup
Have 'em phone 'em back, then call some cute bitches over
I tried to motherfuckin' told you
Nigga don’t need to know about these Corollas
Bitch, I'm motherfuckin' juggin'
What you know about money take two hands to hold it?
And they sleepin' on Da God
What the fuck is it gon' take? 'Cause I ain't got no Folgers
Every hand with no Rollie
Rag 'round the stick, don't let me motherfuckin' smoke it
Two hundred for the rag, it's an Hermès, I don't even think that I told you
Just 'cause these bitches be nosy, y'all done got cosy with the snub nose
Bitch, play with them balls like the pros
Saw me whippin' Derrick, that’s that Rose
All my niggas shootin', not no golf
Hold my cup, you better not let it go