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VERSE 1

I was broke once, never goin back though,
Now she wanna ride cuz the pockets lookin fat bro.
Told her if she loyal, then she eatin where I eat,
But if she ever fold on me, she right back to the street.
She love the lifestyle, late nights, backseats,
But hedge my bets, I keep receipts like athletes.
Talk slick, she gon' pout, but she still obey,
Cuz she know the kid ice cold, no D.O.A.
She want bundles that swing like a pendulum,
Trips to the mall, new fits, she be into them.
But all that drip ain’t free, take notes boo,
Money talk in my world, so you know what to do.


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HOOK

"You want designer clothes and Jimmy Choo?
Then go make that money like I told you to,
Hold me down bitch hold me down,
You want your nails done hair too?
Hold me down and get that bread like you supposed to,
Hold me down bitch hold me down hold me down"


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VERSE 2

I don’t babysit, girl I’m not your dad,
You want a man with some status? Then bring that bag.
Don’t come around me with excuses and moods,
Bring me loyalty, respect, and some neck for the dude.
She like “Damn Bizniz, you cold.” Yeah, life is,
But these bills ain’t paid off niceness.
She want lace fronts meltin, edges intact,
Then go flip somethin light and bring that stack back.
She loyal when it count, and she never outta pocket,
Her mouth talk slick, but she always make profit.
She know how to move cuz I trained her well,
And if she ever fall short, she corrects that L.


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HOOK

"You want designer clothes and Jimmy Choo?
Then go make that money like I told you to,
Hold me down bitch hold me down,
You want your nails done hair too?
Hold me down and get that bread like you supposed to,
Hold me down bitch hold me down hold me down"


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VERSE 3

Now we livin like kings, I ain’t stressin a dime,
Baby go hustle like she racing the time.
Turnin heads in the club, yeah she bad as hell,
But she only chase money, never chasin a male.
She a go-getter, real hitter, bringin that loot,
She want red bottoms now? Then produce.
We run plays, no fumblin, teamwork clean,
She my number one draft pick, money machine.
She move quiet, no drama, that’s how I prefer,
If she ride for me strong, then I’m ridin for her.
Designer dreams take cash, not pity or frowns,
So if you wanna live lavish then bitch hold me down.


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HOOK

"You want designer clothes and Jimmy Choo?
Then go make that money like I told you to,
Hold me down bitch hold me down,
You want your nails done hair too?
Hold me down and get that bread like you supposed to,
Hold me down bitch hold me down hold me down"



Hold Me Down

“The Loansmith” is a swamp-soaked southern-gothic horror tale wrapped in dark blues, gritty hip hop cadence, and cinematic outlaw energy. This track blends haunting banjo twang, low grinding bass, ghostly atmospheres, and heavy storytelling to summon a cursed figure from a bayou deeper and darker than Hell’s Dirty Mouth. His footsteps echo like doom, his voice drips like moonshine and gunpowder, and every deal he makes costs more than money — it costs your soul. A chilling blend of horror-folk, dirty south rap, and eerie cinematic ambience, “The Loansmith” feels like a ghost story set to a heartbeat of thunder, swamp fog, and slow-burn terror. A myth, a monster, a legend — and a warning.



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Dog Shit (feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard, RZA & Method Man)

Wu-Tang Clan