Hands Up Lyrics

Artist: Swizz Beatz (Feat Lil Wayne, Nicki Minaj, Rick Ross & 2 Chainz)
Album: Haute Living
Year: 2013

[Chorus – Swizz Beatz]
All they talk about is dollars
You ain’t talkin’ to man, holla
Two doors in the air
And if you celebrating put your cups in the air
Let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up

[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
Uh, pass that weed to a real nigga
Your girl is my biggest fan, windmill nigga
Lil Tunechi in this bitch, where my skateboard?
I jack a nigga queen, I don’t play cards
Let me see your hands up like a gun in your face
Gimme her combination, I’mma put my tongue in her safe
And if the time is wasted, I’mma clean it up like a maid
Make your woman a slave, Weezy F is the grade
Bitches sweatin’ me like they been in the desert for days
They say the best kept secret is kept in the grave
New Coupe is a dog, no roof on it
Diamonds sparkle in my mouth, Bluetooth homie
Yeah to say the least, Swizz this beat is a beast
And my homies got that work, they unleashin’ them keys
Hands up in the air like we don’t care
And that TRUKFIT shit is all we wear

[Chorus – Swizz Beatz]
All they talk about is dollars
You ain’t talkin’ to man, holla
Two doors in the air
And if you celebrating put your cups in the air
Let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up

[Verse 2 – Nicki Minaj]
Ayo pass that crown to the real queen
You know the girl get it poppin’ like a pill fiend
I got little bunny rabbits in my backyard
So fuck a funny style fraud tryna act hard
Uh, you my son, no daddy you a bastard
Plus you got mad miles on your vag card
Nah, I can’t work with none of them
They talk slick then wonder why I be son’n them
I said bitch I’m a mogul, yes I am global
I don’t do Barnes, but yes I am noble
Every interview yes I am their focal, point
But I don’t give a fuck, Boink
Ain’t going no where like horses in a stable
Bitch I’m in the mansion, flossing, clickin’ cable
Now where my bad bitches? Where Pretty Gang?
Twerk that ass and let them titties hang

[Chorus – Swizz Beatz]
All they talk about is dollars
You ain’t talkin’ to man, holla
Two doors in the air
And if you celebrating put your cups in the air
Let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up

[Verse 3 – Rick Ross]
Tatted like a Navajo, she lookin’ half Cherokee
Roll down on her when I used to have a Cherokee
Now it’s Bugatti’s, haters keep gettin’ bodied
Talkin’ can’t breathe, hoodlums all in your lobby
I can tell by your shoes that your ponytail new
Tell how you move, I see your Summer Jam too
Tell by the jewels, I’m a hundred grand dude
Really a lot more, I’m talkin’ channel 4 news
Blocka they better duck, bullet-proofin’ the truck
Crossin’ the power circle, the nigga ran out of luck
Ridin’ in the Rolls, so you know it’s that don
New crib lookin’ like Kim Dotcom

[Chorus – Swizz Beatz]
All they talk about is dollars
You ain’t talkin’ to man, holla
Two doors in the air
And if you celebrating put your cups in the air

[Verse 4 – 2 Chainz]
You know I’m ’bout it, whenever, wherever
I’m smoking on strong, this is that steroid era
Got my leather on lookin’ like Thunderdome
I got your girl at home, she got that thunder dome
Let me see you touch the clouds, we could shut it down
From the Dirty South, muzzle on my mouth
Roof, I’m a dog, I’m in it
I pick your girl up like it’s a fuckin’ calisthenic, whoa
If she throw it at me, I’mma catch it
Let me see you pat your weave if you ratchet
I see you do your thing when you dancin’
Now let me see you do your thing on the mattress

[Chorus – Swizz Beatz]
All they talk about is dollars
You ain’t talkin’ to man, holla
Two doors in the air
And if you celebrating put your cups in the air
Let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up
All they talk about is dollars
You ain’t talkin’ to man, holla
Two doors in the air
And if you celebrating put your cups in the air

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