Put Your Hands Up

50 Cent · Other Songs - 50 Cent

Unh, all I do is this

Stunt when I want, ride new shit

Unh, all I do is this

Unh, n*ggas new to this



[Verse 1]

I'm super-rich like Russell, naw Leor

I'm decked out, my b*tch smell like Dior

She spoiled, she want it, she can have that

Your b*tch cool, but where her Birkin bag at?

You can tell a lot about a n*gga by his b*tch

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 b*tch

Fresh off the runway, get your one one-day

Catch me in Milan, tuxedo on

The black James Bond, n*gga 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 f*ck, we wilding in the place to be

B*tch 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 f*ck, we wilding in the place to be

N*gga quit playing



[Verse 2]

Catch me riding solo, Purple Label Polo

Paparaz' photo my side b*tch 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!) N*gga, 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 f*ck 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]