Текст песни The Beginning (Hands Up) - Famous

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

Tripping off that bitch
I said some shit and now I'm really in that ditch
But it ain't nothing that a boss can't fix
I asked how many there is, she said six
I call up Rich
Hop in that tonka then we skirting off that lot (skirt, skirt)
And then we hitting up that spot
Yea bitch we really got that drop
Yea, drip or drown
Bitch I got that LV on my body
With a nine on my waist
Gucci belt to hide the case
Stupid, dummy, oh you really thought you'd get away (Could get away)
Guess all that flexing on the gram shit was fake (That shit was fake)
And I don't know which road I should take
So I'll go the other way
Hope I ain't make no mistake

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

They say they hate me, but they ain't gone do shit about it
Should I leave or should I stay, I gotta weigh my options
I ain't got no comp' bitch
I'm on my own shit
I'm Batman, not Robin
I'm on my alone bitch
Pink toes, Pretty hoe
I think she cracked the code
Turn around, we going home
Bitch power off ya phone
I don't gotta breathe when I say the shit I mean
I wanna talk, she wanna leave
I want some top, now she can't breathe
I hit that nigga in his knees, yea that nine it go bow, bow
Feel like Posty in this bitch, 'cause when I pull up they say wow, wow
Bitch I'm back, yea I know that I've been gone for a while, while
They want me to stay, but I gotta leave you now, now
Mr. Put your hands up (Hands up)
Get your bands up (Bands up)
I been in that Benz truck (Benz truck)
Go pick your mans up (Mans up)
You've been tripping for a while
Bitch you Mr. Steal my style
We need a clean-up on the aisle
Bitch I'm him, I walk a mile

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