Remy Ma - Whateva lyrics

Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) Its whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva See if the God say get her imma get her Ill have her wit a pillow where the casket won't fit her The only reason I hit her was she kept talkin greasy Lil jump skeezy betta ask somebody who I be See Im R to tha Ez, its mid-summer got on long sleeves cause my arms stay freezin I gets fly for no reason, see I got money but its always robbin season See hip hop needs me, the beats is Swizz, the girl is sick and please believe, that imma start, see every damn night I ball ? is blue and grey like Seton Hall Chorus Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) Its whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva Yea see Rem is a monster, Im raps MVP the star on the roster Officially a boogie-down Bronxer, Terror Squad ain't the Brady Bunch and I ain't Marcia My sh**s so bu*ter they should call me Marge And I ain't gotta be boss just as long as Im in charge And whateva I say goes, so if I say NO, dont ask why just a**ume its because I say SO Ive been doin it too long, ain't nothin ? me, Ill run through ur lil gated community You know how the girl be, Im a show stopper, Ill give it to you early before the toast pops up Chorus Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) Its whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva See this goes out to my Bx crew, put your hands up in the air if you feel me f** em all day, f** em all night, treat n***as like hoes Its whateva like a four long blaze, and Im hotter then hoes that work at the Days Inn People tryin to make sh** to make n***as bop, I make sh** they play that get n***as shot Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Right hand got a blunt, left hand got a cup And you already know the rules dont apply to us We gon do what we do, its whateva 2 f** We got the fly sh** here we go, drivin backwards down the one like Big in the hypnotized video Bang this in your stereo, turn it higher, now everybody light your lighters Chorus Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) Its whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva