歌曲 | Put Your Hands Up |
歌手 | 50 Cent |
专辑 | Can You Hear Me Now 4 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Unh, all I do is this | |
Stunt when I want, ride new shit | |
Unh, all I do is this | |
Unh, niggas new to this | |
[Verse 1:] | |
I'm super-rich like Russell, naw Leor | |
I'm decked out, my bitch smell like Dior | |
She spoiled, she want it, she can have that | |
Your bitch cool, but where her Birkin bag at? | |
You can tell a lot about a nigga by his bitch | |
Be my guest, look at mine, I'm the shit | |
I'm hot, my shit bump coast to coast, don't it? | |
I get bread my watch I blew a loaf on it | |
Get caught staring at that get smoked for it | |
Fool, my swag unlimited | |
So fly, ain't shit I can't buy | |
Louis Vuitton kicks, my Louis Vuitton bitch | |
Fresh off the runway, get your one one-day | |
Catch me in Milan, tuxedo on | |
The black James Bond, nigga I'm a Don | |
I do what I want, when and where I want | |
[Hook:] | |
Put your hands up, put 'em where my eyes can see | |
What's up, you know you wanna party with me | |
Let's fuck, we wilding in the place to be | |
Bitch quit playing | |
Put your hands up, put 'em where my eyes can see | |
What's up, you know you wanna party with me | |
Let's fuck, we wilding in the place to be | |
Nigga quit playing | |
[Verse 2:] | |
Catch me riding solo, Purple Label Polo | |
Paparaz' photo my side bitch in Manolo | |
It's all about dough though, my knuckle game like Cotto | |
Plus I get to shooting, but keep that on the low though | |
(Hey!) Nigga, I don't really got to talk about it | |
Me, I get paper, moves I make major | |
Shoes I rock – gator, wing tips player | |
My style so pure, I'm so couture | |
I'm down by law, certified B-boy | |
Hold up, wait a minute, money – I'm gonna spend it | |
Or why the fuck would I hustle hard to get it? | |
So many flows, the hoes be on the di-dick | |
And when they pop it and lock it, they know I'm with it | |
Dame lingua, give tongue while I hit it | |
She a star, fresh from PR | |
Give me more, baby give me more | |
[Hook] |
Unh, all I do is this | |
Stunt when I want, ride new shit | |
Unh, all I do is this | |
Unh, niggas new to this | |
Verse 1: | |
I' m superrich like Russell, naw Leor | |
I' m decked out, my bitch smell like Dior | |
She spoiled, she want it, she can have that | |
Your bitch cool, but where her Birkin bag at? | |
You can tell a lot about a nigga by his bitch | |
Be my guest, look at mine, I' m the shit | |
I' m hot, my shit bump coast to coast, don' t it? | |
I get bread my watch I blew a loaf on it | |
Get caught staring at that get smoked for it | |
Fool, my swag unlimited | |
So fly, ain' t shit I can' t buy | |
Louis Vuitton kicks, my Louis Vuitton bitch | |
Fresh off the runway, get your one oneday | |
Catch me in Milan, tuxedo on | |
The black James Bond, nigga I' m a Don | |
I do what I want, when and where I want | |
Hook: | |
Put your hands up, put ' em where my eyes can see | |
What' s up, you know you wanna party with me | |
Let' s fuck, we wilding in the place to be | |
Bitch quit playing | |
Put your hands up, put ' em where my eyes can see | |
What' s up, you know you wanna party with me | |
Let' s fuck, we wilding in the place to be | |
Nigga quit playing | |
Verse 2: | |
Catch me riding solo, Purple Label Polo | |
Paparaz' photo my side bitch in Manolo | |
It' s all about dough though, my knuckle game like Cotto | |
Plus I get to shooting, but keep that on the low though | |
Hey! Nigga, I don' t really got to talk about it | |
Me, I get paper, moves I make major | |
Shoes I rock gator, wing tips player | |
My style so pure, I' m so couture | |
I' m down by law, certified Bboy | |
Hold up, wait a minute, money I' m gonna spend it | |
Or why the fuck would I hustle hard to get it? | |
So many flows, the hoes be on the didick | |
And when they pop it and lock it, they know I' m with it | |
Dame lingua, give tongue while I hit it | |
She a star, fresh from PR | |
Give me more, baby give me more | |
Hook |
Unh, all I do is this | |
Stunt when I want, ride new shit | |
Unh, all I do is this | |
Unh, niggas new to this | |
Verse 1: | |
I' m superrich like Russell, naw Leor | |
I' m decked out, my bitch smell like Dior | |
She spoiled, she want it, she can have that | |
Your bitch cool, but where her Birkin bag at? | |
You can tell a lot about a nigga by his bitch | |
Be my guest, look at mine, I' m the shit | |
I' m hot, my shit bump coast to coast, don' t it? | |
I get bread my watch I blew a loaf on it | |
Get caught staring at that get smoked for it | |
Fool, my swag unlimited | |
So fly, ain' t shit I can' t buy | |
Louis Vuitton kicks, my Louis Vuitton bitch | |
Fresh off the runway, get your one oneday | |
Catch me in Milan, tuxedo on | |
The black James Bond, nigga I' m a Don | |
I do what I want, when and where I want | |
Hook: | |
Put your hands up, put ' em where my eyes can see | |
What' s up, you know you wanna party with me | |
Let' s fuck, we wilding in the place to be | |
Bitch quit playing | |
Put your hands up, put ' em where my eyes can see | |
What' s up, you know you wanna party with me | |
Let' s fuck, we wilding in the place to be | |
Nigga quit playing | |
Verse 2: | |
Catch me riding solo, Purple Label Polo | |
Paparaz' photo my side bitch in Manolo | |
It' s all about dough though, my knuckle game like Cotto | |
Plus I get to shooting, but keep that on the low though | |
Hey! Nigga, I don' t really got to talk about it | |
Me, I get paper, moves I make major | |
Shoes I rock gator, wing tips player | |
My style so pure, I' m so couture | |
I' m down by law, certified Bboy | |
Hold up, wait a minute, money I' m gonna spend it | |
Or why the fuck would I hustle hard to get it? | |
So many flows, the hoes be on the didick | |
And when they pop it and lock it, they know I' m with it | |
Dame lingua, give tongue while I hit it | |
She a star, fresh from PR | |
Give me more, baby give me more | |
Hook |