Chris Brown — Hold Up

[Intro: Chris Brown, Big Boi] Hold on, this sounds like elevator music, haha Chris Brown, Big Boi, yeah [Verse 1: Big Boi, Chris Brown] 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) [Verse 2: Chris Brown] 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 [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 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 [Chorus: Chris Brown] 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) [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 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) [Chorus: Chris Brown] 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 [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 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 [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 like me and I really like her Baby, please She gon' be my wifey Baby, please