Songtexte:
Hot Chip Hold On

if it feels like hell I'm only going to heaven if it tastes like caramel Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on Hold on, hold on Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on Hold on, hold on

if it feels like hell I'm only going to heaven if it tastes like caramel Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on Hold on, hold on Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on Hold on, hold on

if it feels like hell I'm only going to heaven if it tastes like caramel Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on Hold on, hold on Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on Hold on, hold on

heaven if it feels like hell I'm only going to heaven if it tastes like caramel Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on Hold on, hold on Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold on Hold on, hold on

the bars that I spit to my name on her cheeks Catch me on the mixtape, Bentley with the Queen draped Pilot on deck G5 when I gotta skate Let you know

Wun) [Intro: Baby] Uh huh (off the top) Cash Money, Hot Boys (all to me nigga) You understand . . . Say Swizz, give it all to me, don't hold it back

a boat and 6 other whips, No MARTA From dice on the curb to stackin up chips, But harder, From birds on my nerves to chicks on my dick, Guard ya, Women

Juan, please I stay spillin' Dom on my Sean John jeans I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me Pop bottles, models be all on me You all gon' see how it's

. Bigs 1 - Float on, float on, float on, float on (Don't you know I want your love, don't you know I need your love) Float on, float on, float on, float on