Hands Up (Remix) Lyrics

Bitch it's Mr. Put your hands up

And I got my niggas with me, hold your ass for ransom

And you Mr. Get your bands up

Your bitch getting jiggy with me, wanna hit the Shiggy with me

Bitch it's Mr. Put your hands up

And I got my bands, I'll hold your ass for ransom

I'ma get a ghost and whip the Rolls, that Danny Phantom

I'ma mix the Jolly with the Rancher in that Fanta

I give her anything she want, she call me Santa (Ho, Ho)

I can't be tripping off no hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe

You tell me when and i'ma go, go, go, go

She wanna leave I told her no, no, no, no

Pull up to the function in a Humvee (Skrt, skrt)

No, I won't ever forget when I was hungry (Nah, nah)

I got rich, now they be wanting something from me

He talk shit my niggas leave his nose running

Yeah, let's go tit for tat

I done broke her back

GLE's, they black on black

Headshot, cause I'm knowing that nigga a rat

Yeah that's a fact

I got them racks

She like, "Come on put it on me"

"You got benefits, no I ain't gon fuck yo homie"

She know who I'm with, yeah she loving how I'm rolling

I ain't never quit, yall them niggas that be folding

On my feet that's Rick, yeah you know that that be Owens

We got hella rich, now we caught up in the moment

Bitch it's Mr. Put your hands up

And I got my bands, I'll hold your ass for ransom

I'ma get a ghost and whip the Rolls, that Danny Phantom

I'ma mix the Jolly with the Rancher in that Fanta

I give her anything she want, she call me Santa (Ho, Ho)

I can't be tripping off no hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe

You tell me when and i'ma go, go, go, go

She wanna leave I told her no, no, no, no

This for everybody that say I ain't got no bodies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I got way too many hotties

Fucked yo thotty, she off Molly (Molly)

She on everything, she with everything (Yeah)

I don't know how you wifed that bitch, gave her a wedding ring

Let the Choppa sing

Bling, blow, who look dumb now?

V-Eight swerving, hear that sound (Skrt, skrt)

You get chopped up, turned to chow

Think I'm Spanish in this bitch the way that I've been getting pesos

Got to flip the switch, you going places that I can't go (Cant go)

Pull up with that shit, we got them switches and them dracos (Yeah, yeah)

You know who I'm with, we cross you out, give you a halo (Halo)

I get to the bag, I stack my racks, I got that payload

Got a pretty bitch, and she keep doing what I say so

All up on the net, I got to chill, I got to lay low (Lay low)

You give me the time and I'm bringing in that bankroll

I just want what's mines, I've been doing what I'm paid for (I'm paid for)

Bitch I'm next in line, I got shit I got to wait for (Wait for)

Bitch it's Mr. Put your hands up

And I got my bands, I'll hold your ass for ransom

I'ma get a ghost and whip the Rolls, that Danny Phantom

I'ma mix the Jolly with the Rancher in that Fanta

I give her anything she want, she call me Santa (Ho, Ho)

I can't be tripping off no hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe

You tell me when and i'ma go, go, go, go

She wanna leave I told her no, no, no, no