Chris Brown, Big Boi — Hold Up

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Hold on, this sounds like elevator music, haha
Chris Brown, Big Boi, yeah

Hook, line and sinker, I knew she was mine the day I seen her (Hey)
Got a big mouth bass on the line, it’s time for me to retrieve her (Hey, yeah)
And go get her like a wide receiver, but we don’t play no ball
See when it comes to you, baby girl, B.B. don’t play at all (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

On the real we need to nip this in the bud (The bud)
‘Cause we kept it real with everyone (Everyone)
So tell me why they hating (Everybody’s hating)
It feels like they’re just waiting for us to grow apart
Yeah, this is hard for me to do (Ooh, ooh)
But baby, if I’m your man, I guess I gotta be a man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl with curves and hips, luscious lips
Girl, I can’t front now, I’m nervous

And I’m like hold up, wait, wait a minute
I’m genuine with it, I ain’t tryna put no pimping in it
And 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

Nowadays is so crazy out here, you’d wanna cut and leave
If your daughter struts with me, lucky me
And she’d be lucky too, no entourage, no crew
Just me riding with my boo
I got her, but don’t think I’m replacing you
‘Cause 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 gon’ walk in my shoes
And go keep it one with you as long if you do the usual

And I’m talking ’bout hold up (Hold up), wait, wait a minute (Yeah)
I’m genuine with it, I ain’t tryna put no pimping in it
And I’m like hold up, can I talk to her? (Girl)
Hold up, can I take her out? (Hey, yeah)
Hold up, uh, that’s why I gotta tell you (Ha)

Baby, please, hang up the phone ’cause I’m talking to your father
Mr Jones, Mr Jones, I’ve been talking to your daughter
And she like me, she told me she like me
And I really like her, she gon’ be my wifey (If you take this off hold)
Baby, please, hang up the phone ’cause I’m talking to your father
Mr Jones, Mr Jones, I’ve been talking to your daughter
And she like me, she told me she like me
And I really like her, she gon’ be my wifey (If you take this off hold)

And I’m like hold up (Hold up), wait, wait a minute
I’m genuine with it, I ain’t tryna put no pimping in it (Yeah)
And I’m like hold up (Hold up)
Hold up, hold up (You)
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
Know what I mean, know what I’m sayin’
Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout, girl, who playin’?
But we can’t have no picket fence ’cause we got acres and acres of land
The haters are takin’ it mad that we can handle these fakers with class
Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they *** (Haha)
Girl, bye, give it a try, give your boy a chance
Ever since you landed in my space it, seems like I was yours again
My top friend, drop them, we don’t need no audience poppin’
For approval or applause, not them

And I’m like hold up, wait, wait a minute
I’m genuine with it, I ain’t tryna put no pimping in it
And 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
And I’m like hold up, wait, wait a minute
I’m genuine with it, I ain’t tryna put no pimping in it
And 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

Baby, please
And she like me and I really like her
Baby, please
She gon’ be my wifey
Baby, please