"PUT IT IN MY HAND" lyrics
YG & Larry June Lyrics
This a whole 'nother mood (This a whole 'nother mood)
This a whole 'nother Rolls (This a whole 'nother Rolls)
What the fuck you niggas on? (What the fuck you niggas on?)
Bitch, I'm really from the score (Score, score, score, score, score)
You a tired-ass nigga (You a tired-ass nigga)
I'm a fly-ass nigga (I'm a fly-ass nigga)
Keepin' the line tight, nigga (Keepin' the line tight, nigga)
I'm just a real Bay nigga (Uh)
Fresh white tee, teeth on Gold (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bouncin' out the coupe with a patty to bail on (Ayy)
(Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide)
I do what I want, I don't live for a ho
Make cheese when I want, smoke weed when I want
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, put it in my hand
Bitch, put it in my hand
Million dollars cash, stop playin' (Nah)
In my bed, your bitch layin' (Yeah)
Bitch, put it in my hand
Niggas know I've been gettin' bands
On the low, these niggas fans
Bitch, put it in my hand
This an AP, not a Carti'
This ain't a Corvette, this a 'Rari
Bitch, put it in my hand
I'm a street-nigga turned artist
Bitch, don't get me started
Bitch, put it in my hand
I'm in a whole 'nother mode, F.A. Spider, neck full of Gold
I'm hittin' all different hoes
This dick known, baby, all around the globe
I'm Hollywood, 'cause I'm fuckin' on an address
From the hood, so I fuck her on a mattress
Gymnastics, make her do a backflip
She half-good girl, half-bad bitch
Chains on me, this shit glitter
Bitch, you can see the dick print through the dinner
Forty on my hip, I'm a Bomptown nigga
Stash in the coupe, police know I hit 'em
Park the 'Rari by the double-R Rolls
Them four-hundred niggas be fuckin' y'all hoes
Shoot up the club, should've skeeted in her noes
Woke up the next mornin' like "No"
Bitch, put it in my hand
Million dollars cash, stop playin' (Nah)
In my bed, your bitch layin' (Yeah)
Bitch, put it in my hand
Niggas know I've been gettin' bands
On the low, these niggas fans
Bitch, put it in my hand
This an AP, not a Carti'
This ain't a Corvette, this a 'Rari
Bitch, put it in my hand
I'm a street-nigga turned artist
Bitch, don't get me started
Bitch, put it in my hand
Alright (Yeah)
Gettin' high, hella fly
That nigga, no lie
Two Westside niggas doin' it up
No lie, no lie
Gang shit
I did it, I ride
Never no lame shit
Get high, hella fly
Nigga got your bitch in a whip, droptop
That nigga, no lie
She givin' brain and shit
No lie, no lie
Fuck livin'
Bitch, put it in my hand
This a whole 'nother Rolls (This a whole 'nother Rolls)
What the fuck you niggas on? (What the fuck you niggas on?)
Bitch, I'm really from the score (Score, score, score, score, score)
You a tired-ass nigga (You a tired-ass nigga)
I'm a fly-ass nigga (I'm a fly-ass nigga)
Keepin' the line tight, nigga (Keepin' the line tight, nigga)
I'm just a real Bay nigga (Uh)
Fresh white tee, teeth on Gold (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bouncin' out the coupe with a patty to bail on (Ayy)
(Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide)
I do what I want, I don't live for a ho
Make cheese when I want, smoke weed when I want
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, put it in my hand
Bitch, put it in my hand
Million dollars cash, stop playin' (Nah)
In my bed, your bitch layin' (Yeah)
Bitch, put it in my hand
Niggas know I've been gettin' bands
On the low, these niggas fans
Bitch, put it in my hand
This an AP, not a Carti'
This ain't a Corvette, this a 'Rari
Bitch, put it in my hand
I'm a street-nigga turned artist
Bitch, don't get me started
Bitch, put it in my hand
I'm in a whole 'nother mode, F.A. Spider, neck full of Gold
I'm hittin' all different hoes
This dick known, baby, all around the globe
I'm Hollywood, 'cause I'm fuckin' on an address
From the hood, so I fuck her on a mattress
Gymnastics, make her do a backflip
She half-good girl, half-bad bitch
Chains on me, this shit glitter
Bitch, you can see the dick print through the dinner
Forty on my hip, I'm a Bomptown nigga
Stash in the coupe, police know I hit 'em
Park the 'Rari by the double-R Rolls
Them four-hundred niggas be fuckin' y'all hoes
Shoot up the club, should've skeeted in her noes
Woke up the next mornin' like "No"
Bitch, put it in my hand
Million dollars cash, stop playin' (Nah)
In my bed, your bitch layin' (Yeah)
Bitch, put it in my hand
Niggas know I've been gettin' bands
On the low, these niggas fans
Bitch, put it in my hand
This an AP, not a Carti'
This ain't a Corvette, this a 'Rari
Bitch, put it in my hand
I'm a street-nigga turned artist
Bitch, don't get me started
Bitch, put it in my hand
Alright (Yeah)
Gettin' high, hella fly
That nigga, no lie
Two Westside niggas doin' it up
No lie, no lie
Gang shit
I did it, I ride
Never no lame shit
Get high, hella fly
Nigga got your bitch in a whip, droptop
That nigga, no lie
She givin' brain and shit
No lie, no lie
Fuck livin'
Bitch, put it in my hand
