Check it out yo, this on the real here son,

ain't no lie in me, ain't no lie in me

Nothing but big ballers, shot callers ya'll,

down south hustla players, tru to the game



[Chorus]



Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up,

Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up,

Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up

It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen,

It was bound to happen, put 'cha rollie's in the air,

It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen,

It was bound to happen, Put 'cha rollies in the air



[Verse 1:]



Once again it's a day in the life of

some nigga's who insist to constantly live chright

Throw ya hands ups, player it was bound to happen

Nigga's drop lock's at me every time I'm rappin'

Getting motherfucking tired of this bullshit

Player hate, kick you in yo hole prostate

And at yo weight

Proceed to get the middle finger

Cause I don't love you nigga and that's the fucking realer

Cap peelers, Indeed a fake Caper Don's

Big Willie's and bitches who wanna act silly

Now play with it, it's a shame in this dirty game

Fuck fame, when miss thang got a dirty name

Crap game and fuck niggas smoking zut suits

It was bound to happen across my black boots

And nigga fuck looking cute for them stank hoes

All a nigga want is weed and a bank whoa

Now hear me now



[Chorus x1:]



Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up,

Put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up,

put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up

It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen,

It was bound to happen, put 'cha rollie's in the air,

It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen,

It was bound to happen, Put 'cha rollies in the air



[Verse 2:]



I wanna kiss ya on the cheek and blush ya

Silly nigga get a bitch set 'cha up and touch ya

You know the rules, player hating get a nigga bruised

Late night at 'cha momma house to cut a fool

Off the chain, in a sense we don't help none

Conversating for an hour, with my chrome gun

Four niggas in the bushes all I do is whistle

All hell breaking lose when you hear them pistols

Nigga what, see you fucking with some real niggas

And everybody got pistols, but see we up quicker

Got a click, only robbing niggas touting guns

And grand theft broken down in my other songs

Big ballin' ain't a motherfucking thing ha

I was raised by one, it's in my blood son

Cut me deep, might penetrate the concrete

A A.K. with a drop clip where I sleep, nigga what



[Chorus x1:]



Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up,

put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up,

put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up

It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen

Put 'cha rollie's in the air, It was bound to happen,

It was bound to happen,It was bound to happen,

Put 'cha rollies in the air



[Verse 3:]



It was bond to happen yo,

the gun clapping went to rappin'

And you know it's pure satisfaction

It's guaranteed, to the skis

On her knees, giving straight neck aiming to please

In the Embassy Suites, wanna flex in the Bahamas

Yachts and lobsters for the real dark dollars

And we don't see ya and we wouldn't wanna be

When Dark coming drop and I'm coming tech nina

In the drop top Benz, seven figure dividends

How the fuck you gone lose when you always win

Yo, the money getters, mic rippers,

Dark pea henney sippers, strip club big tippers

We real killers, eight pack gold grillers

Fuck ya ass up in a minute gold digga

Put 'cha rollies in the air motherfuck them busters

Big money, Big Willie, down south tru hustlers



[Chorus x1:]



Put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up,

Put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up,

put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, It was bound to happen,

It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen

Put 'cha rollie's in the air, It was bound to happen,

It was bound to happen,It was bound to happen,

Put 'cha rollies in the air