[Intro]

Nah nah holdup, nah 'ana hold up

Nah 'ana hold up

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]

I let my butterfly fly out to the sun

Ain't seen her since my birthday in July, it's been like a month

Her birthday coming up next week, she hit my phone like 'what up?'

She want the dick, she ate the pussy and it wasn't enough, what the fuck

I stay away, she feel lost souls separate, what a shame

When we connect we make the world levitate can't help it

Sneak on my Instagram to peep on my shit, pacifist

Don't give a fuck I still post pics of my chick

Uh, ja niggas know if you tuned into the show

How I feel about her wrote like seven songs just in the club

And a nigga rappin' patterns, got 'em drowning in these hoes

And the rap done got me busy, only take her out to shows

She hate that

She want to go out all the time, paint the mat

She want to go out on some days I'm like 'well where the weed at?'

She want me to fuck her with a rubber cause she scared cause I rap

She want me to trust her if I love her, but no man can do that

We insecure and it shows but we hide it cause we bold

We get called out then we lose it it's apparent even more

But you be looking like a million dollars, it ain't your fault

These niggas up and down your neck, but they can never keep up

I'm making moves, you told me in the future [?] to keep trust

My presence a blessin', fill it with essence every time we make love

Bet your dangerous, and I can be delirious, though she in distress, a nigga ain't saving us, saving us

[Chorus]

Nah nah hold up, nah 'ana hold up

Nah nah hold up, nah 'ana hold up

She ain't with the shits, I ain't with the shits

But it's hard to find another lover like her so we here

Nah nah hold up, nah 'ana hold up

Nah nah hold up, nah 'ana hold up

She ain't with the shits, I ain't with the shits

But it's hard to find another lover like her so we here

[Verse 2: Issa Gold]

Issa Gold attack but she like to call me Dash, sayin' I'm never really around

So the name feel like its meant

She say you ain't shit, I pretend like I be listening

Armadillo skin, what she preach, a nigga missing it

She said you changed, every week you on a plane

All them groupie hoes surround you got you caught up in the game

I'm like listen I done told you, I'm not in it for the fame

I'm just making moves and dropping jewels, it's just shimmering

Aha, I got a new angel and she bad as fuck, I can't lie

She golden like the sunshine and pure as fuck

The whole nine, she's wears simple just the way that I like

You got more hobbies than a [?] she like to stay home at night

Yeah you know you got my heart and soul but she like my wife

You just something I reminisce about sometimes when I write uh

You say when we thirty we gon' figure it out don't worry but a

Nigga rapping dirty pound I found like sixth of Shirley

[Chorus]

Nah nah hold up, nah 'ana hold up

Nah nah hold up, nah 'ana hold up

She ain't with the shits, I ain't with the shits

But it's hard to find another lover like her so we here

Nah nah hold up, nah 'ana hold up

Nah nah hold up, nah 'ana hold up

She ain't with the shits, I ain't with the shits

But it's hard to find another lover like her so we here