[Intro: Usher & DJ Khaled]
I'll hold you remix (This the remix)
I'll hold you remix
You are, you are
Be sure you got a rider beside you to hold you down (DJ Khaled!)
[Verse 1: Usher]
I'll hold you down (We the best music), I'm on my way
My mama told me (you are) make sure you got a rider beside you
Even if you ain't have all the money, fame and the power huh
So I found her, fly shit to jump up out her
I pick her low valley, she rock with me, it don't matter
[Chorus: Usher]
There goes my baby
Together we're better, you're a breath of fresh air
Hold this ready and I'm round
You hold me down, I'mma hold you down
Now
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'mma get money, nigga, smell it on my gear
Black bottle, boy, baller hood billionaire (ah)
Boots in the mud, now it's marble floors (what)
Staircases to the roof look like it's heaven's door
Said a prayer for my woes who be dead and gone
How could I let you down if you never hit the phone? (ah)
Then they gave him all his money, make you go insane
We fucked the game, she said she knew that I would never change
Trap star, two bricks in the match box
Gold D's, fat boy, peanut butter top (wah)
I wanna spend a night with Jessica White (right)
But is a dopeboy really Jessica type?
I'll hold you remix (This the remix)
I'll hold you remix
You are, you are
Be sure you got a rider beside you to hold you down (DJ Khaled!)
[Verse 1: Usher]
I'll hold you down (We the best music), I'm on my way
My mama told me (you are) make sure you got a rider beside you
Even if you ain't have all the money, fame and the power huh
So I found her, fly shit to jump up out her
I pick her low valley, she rock with me, it don't matter
[Chorus: Usher]
There goes my baby
Together we're better, you're a breath of fresh air
Hold this ready and I'm round
You hold me down, I'mma hold you down
Now
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'mma get money, nigga, smell it on my gear
Black bottle, boy, baller hood billionaire (ah)
Boots in the mud, now it's marble floors (what)
Staircases to the roof look like it's heaven's door
Said a prayer for my woes who be dead and gone
How could I let you down if you never hit the phone? (ah)
Then they gave him all his money, make you go insane
We fucked the game, she said she knew that I would never change
Trap star, two bricks in the match box
Gold D's, fat boy, peanut butter top (wah)
I wanna spend a night with Jessica White (right)
But is a dopeboy really Jessica type?
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