Say Ya Grace

Lyrics

[Intro: Test] Woah (Hold up, know what we doing) Straight up (Big Test) Big Test, nigga, not the lil' one, nigga (Stop playing with me) Get this shit correct, nigga (Hold up, come on, woo, woo) Stop playing [Verse 1: Test] Dealy in the cut, he got his feet up Bitches pullin' up, they want the reup All my hoes got ESTAs and visas Bitches clearin' immigration like, "I need you" How is he the one? They like, "How is he the one?" Bitch, I keep it five hundred degrees just like I'm seed to sun They said the bag is there, I'm like, "Oh, where?" Yeah, I need to come Who wants to be a millionaire? I'm feelin' like I'm Regis or somethin' Straight up out the trenches with it, 737 jet Straight up out the mentions with it, now I got your bitch a check Niggas tried to block a way, I ain't even break a sweat All this shit paid for, I ain't even break the check Diddies in the carry-on and they in the checked luggage I could put your nigga on and I'd get respect from it And I get my shit jumping and I get the block pumping And I get the crowd loud and I get your bitch something If that pussy really good, scream, "Hello" Oh, you pay your bills on your own? Scream, "Hello" See, I like girls that like girls that get money, bitch She raise the roof and pay for everything up under it [Chorus: Test] Hold up, bitch, it's me, hold up, bitch, it's we Hold up, who is that? Hold up, bands free Yeah, you know that eagle steppin' in the place with me You know I bless it all the time, say your grace with me [Verse 2: 1 Shot Dealz] Walk up in the spot, I know they see us Cut them niggas off, but still, they need us Big loads, truckloads just to reup Been fuckin' hoes in back of these foreigns, just pull the seat up Presidential Test, I see they biting If I ain't fuck them hoes, he fuck them hoes, that shit exciting 'Bout a half a mill' in diamonds, it's along while we sliding But on the money moves, once them packs touch down, that shit exciting Can't lay up Had to get my weight up Been had swag before the money, I got ate up Road trips couldn't make up Now he flyin' with it, straight up Send that product to the east, then we tearin' every state up Body for a body on my side to get your rank up 'Til I went and got some paper, motivated to fill the safe up Body on my thotties, love my thotties with no makeup Tell my hoes to get some paper Ain't no champagne showers, we pourin' drank up [Chorus: Test] Hold up, bitch, it's me, hold up, bitch, it's we Hold up, who is that? Hold up, bands free Yeah, you know that eagle steppin' in the place with me You know I bless it all the time, say your grace with me