Hands Up (with Monaleo)

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Mm, look like DJ Chose)
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)

Hands in the air (hands in the air)
Long hair (long hair)
Lashes with the nails (lashes with the nails)
It's a pair (it's a pair)
Killing these hoes (killing these hoes)
It ain't fair (it ain't fair)
Hands in the air (ayy, fuck this shit, fuck this shit)

Hands in the air (shake it)
Long hair (drop)
Lashes with the nails (Tay, what?)
It's a pair (pop)
Killing these hoes (ayy)
It ain't fair (it ain't fair)
Hands in the air (ayy, fuck this shit, fuck this shit)

Head down, ass up, that's the way I like to rap
Skrrt, skrrt, ride that, after that he need a nap
Hol' up, wait a minute, you gon' have to wait your turn
Had him first, then had my turn, send him back, he your concern

Bad bitch what you heard, it ain't lies, it's probably true
Tay Money, Tay-Tay, bussin' out with your lil' boo
Keep my name out of your mouth, I know you worry about me too
Running through his head, he chasing me but swear he tired of you

Hands in the air (yeah), in the air (yeah)
Bust it on his lap (lap), he my chair (chair)
Party over here (Here) and over there (okay)
If you a real bitch, put your hands in the air (let's go)

Hands in the air (okay)
Long hair (do it)
Lashes with the nails (lashes with the nails)
It's a pair (it's a pair)
Killing these hoes (Killing these hoes)
It ain't fair (it ain't fair)
Hands in the air (ayy, fuck this shit, fuck this shit)

Hands in the air (shake it)
Long hair (drop)
Lashes with the nails (Tay, what?)
It's a pair (bop)
Killing these hoes (ayy)
It ain't fair (no)
Hands in the air (ayy, fuck this shit, fuck this shit)

Ayy
These hoes be dissin' (huh?)
I put a ho on a tee and I don't mean Grizzley (uh-huh)
And before you try me, ask yourself, is it worth it, just like Missy

And I know my ex nigga miss me (miss)
'Cause he call me when he tipsy (uh-huh)
He got a bitch and a baby that stay at the house (yeah)
But he still be ready to risk it

We not friends, you not my sissy (uh-huh)
Givin' out smoke, I feel like a chimney
That's why I'm the hottest young bitch in my city (yeah)
I'm walkin' straight in the club, don't frisk me (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I keep a Drac' in my purse no Drizzy (uh-huh)
Strapped up in the booth right no kizzy (no cap)
And I be quiet and chillin' but when I'm on go (yeah)
These bitches I get busy

I put my hands in the air (uh-huh), I don't, I don't care
I wear hoodies every day, but my arms still bare (for sure)
And these bitches don't like me (yup), I'm aware (the fuck?)
I feel sorry for the next ho that try me, send up a prayer (amen)
Bitch

Hands in the air (uh-huh)
Long hair (it's long)
Lashes with the nails (lashes with the nails)
It's a pair (it's a pair)
Killing these hoes (killing these hoes)
It ain't fair (it ain't fair)
Hands in the air (ayy, fuck this shit, fuck this shit)

Hands in the air (shake it)
Long hair (drop)
Lashes with the nails (Tay)
It's a pair (bop)
Killing these hoes (ayy)
It ain't fair (it ain't fair)
Hands in the air (ayy, fuck this shit, fuck this shit)



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Williams, Taylor Watson, Writer Unknown, Norman Payne, Jackie Plant, Leondra Gay
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