Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Big 10 Song: Put Ya Hands Up Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com (Jahlil Beats! Holla at me!) [50 Cent] Uhh, all I do is this Stunt when I want, and rock newer shit Uhh, all I do is this Uhh, niggaz new to this I'm super rich like Russell, naw Lyor I'm decked out, my bitch smell like Dior She's spoiled, she want it she can have that Your bitch cool, but where her Birkin bag at? You could tell a lot about a nigga by his bitch Be my guest, look at mine, I'm the shit I'm hot, my shit bump coast to coast, don't it? I get bread, my watch I blew a loaf on it Get caught starin at that get smoked for it Fool, my swag unlimited So fly ain't shit I can't buy Louboutin kicks; my Louboutin bitch Fresh off the runway, get you one one day Catch me in Milan, tuxedo on The Black James Bond, nigga I'm a don I do what I want, when and where I want [Chorus: 50 Cent] Put yo' hands up (put 'em up) High where my eyes could see (what's up) You know you wanna party with me (let's fuck) We whylin in the place to be - bitch quit playin Put yo' hands up (put 'em up) High where my eyes could see (what's up) You know you wanna party with me (let's fuck) We whylin in the place to be - nigga quit playin [50 Cent] Catch me ridin solo, Purple Label polo Paparazz' photo, my side bitch in Manolo It's all about dough though, my knuckle game like Cotto Plus I get to shootin but keep that on the low though Ay~! Nigga I ain't really got to talk about it Me I get paper, moves I make major Shoes I rock gator, wing tips playa My style so pure, I'm so couture I'm down by law, certified B-boy Hold up, wait a minute - money I'm gon' spend it Or why the fuck would I hustle hard to get it? So many flows the hoes be on the diddick And when they pop it and lock it they know I'm wit it "Dame lingua," give me tongue while I hit it She a star, fresh from P.R. Give me more, baby give me more [Chorus]