50 CENT – PUT YOUR HANDS UP LYRICS

50 CENT50 CENT - PUT YOUR HANDS UP LYRICS

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]

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