Chris Brown Hold Up Lyrics

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're 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 [Incomprehensible]

If your daughter struts with me, lucky me

And you'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



And I'm talkin' '€˜bout, 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



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



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, 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 and 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'ma yours again

My top friend, rock them, we don't need no all day hits

Pop them, put old 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



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

And she like me and I really like her

Baby, please

She gon' be my wifey

Baby, please