Chris Carmouche - Hold Up lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown & Big Boi] This sounds like an elevator music Chris Brown, Big Boi, yeah [Verse 1: Big Boi] Hook, line and sinker, I knew she was mine the day I seen her Got a big mouth ba** 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 [Verse 2: Chris Brown] On the real we need to nip this in the bud Cause we kept it real with everyone So tell me why they hating, everybody's hating It feels like they just waiting for us to grow apart, yeah, it's just hard for me to do 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 [Chorus: Chris Brown] 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 [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Nowadays is 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 [Chorus: Chris Brown] 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 [Bridge: Chris Brown] 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 likes me, she told me she likes 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 likes me, he told me she likes me And I really like her, she gon' be my wifey [Chorus: Chris Brown] 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, you, that's why I gotta tell you [Verse 4: Big Boi] 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 saying, know what I'm talking about, girl who is playing? But we can't have no picket fence cause we got acres and acres of land The haters are taking it mad that we can handle these fakers with cla** Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they a** Girl bye, give it a try, give your boy a chance Ever since you landed in my space 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 [Chorus: Chris Brown] 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 [Outro: Chris Brown] Baby, please And she likes me and I really like her Baby, please She gon' be my wifey, baby, please