Chris Brown ft. Big Boi - Hold Up Lyrics

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

Hook, line and sinker, I knew she was mine the day I seen her
Got a big mouth bass on the line, it's time for me to retrieve her
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

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're just waitin' (for us to grow apart)
It's just hard for me to do (ooh, ooh)
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

Nowadays it's so crazy out here
You'd wanna cut and leave
If your daughter struts with me, lucky me
And you'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
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 gon' walk in my shoes
And girl keep it one with you as long if you do the usual

And I'm talking 'bout 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 now

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
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, he told me she like me
And I really like her, she gon' be my wifey

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, 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 fella that's better than your king
Know what I mean, know what I'm saying,
Know what I'm talking about, girl, who playin'
But we cant have no picket fence 'cause we got acres and acres of land
The haters are takin' it mad
That we can handle these fakers for class
Mannerisms on that C.O. Five and a half on they ass
Girl buy, give it a try, give yo boy a chance
Ever since you landed in Myspace it seems like I'm yours again
My top friend, drop them, we don't need no audience popping
For approval or applause, not them

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 now
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 now

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