Say Ya Grace

[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