Chris Brown – Hold Up lyrics

Chris Brown, Big Boi, yeah
Oh, she's mine and see, God knew she was mine
The day I seen that guy, the big mouth bass on the line
It's time for me to retrieve her and go get her like a wild receiver
But we don't play no ball, see, when they come through
You, baby girl, we're gon take it all

On the real we need to nip this in the bud
Cause we kept it real with everyone
So tell me why they hatin, everybody's hatin
It feels like they just waitin for us to grow apart

It's just hard for me to do
But baby, if I'm your man I guess I gotta be your man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl with curves and hips, luscious lips
Girl, I can't front now, I'm nervous

I'm like, hold up, wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it, I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like, hold up, can I talk to her
Hold up, can I take her out
Hold up, uh, that's why I gotta tell you now

Now a days is so crazy out here, do you wanna cuttin me
If your daughter struts with me, lucky me
And she'd be lucky too, no entourage, no crew
Just me ridin with my boo, I got her but don't think I'm replacin you

Girl, I know you know what I do and I'm a major minor
It'll take days and days and decades to find another dude
That's gonna walk in my shoes and, girl, keep it one with you
As long if you do the usual

I'm like, hold up, wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it, I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like, hold up, can I talk to her
Hold up, can I take her out
Hold up, uh, that's why I gotta tell you now

Baby, please hang up the phOne
Cause I'm talkin to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
She told me she like me
And I really like her
She gon' be my wifey
2x

I'm like, hold up, wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it, I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
That's why I gotta tell you now

Now is the time for me to come clean
Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light and proceed
Us together be more better like lemon pepper on your wings
And you'll never find another fellow that's better than your king

I ming, go sing, gon' talk about goods who playin
But we can't have no picket fence cause we got acres & acres of land
The haters are takin it mad that we can handle these fakers for class
Mannerisms on that CO5 and a half on their

Girl, buy, give it a try, give your boy a chance
Ever since you landed in my space seems like I'm yours again
My top friend, rock them, we don't need no all day hits
Pop them, put ol google on a boss back

I'm like, hold up, wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it, I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like, hold up, can I talk to her
Hold up, can I take her out
Hold up, uh, that's why I gotta tell you now
2x

Baby pleas
And she like me
And I really like her
Baby please
She gon' be my wifey
Baby please