Nicki Minaj, Shanell - Handstand lyrics
Nicki Minaj [Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty] Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago/LA, CA, U.S. 🇹🇹 🇺🇸
[Nicki Minaj, Shanell - Handstand lyrics]
We like them boys
With them rubber band bands
He move weight, keep a couple gram-grams
So where your money? Put it
In your hand hands
Now make it flip, make it do a handstand
Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
Flip that money, make it do a handstand
I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band
Where are my bands
Where my Rubber Band Mans?
It's official, bang your pistols
Play your money it's funny, I mean it tickles
I need a D-boy, I need a president
And if you're spending them stacks
I need some evidence
Then you can bring out all them
Cars that they rap about
Then I'ma let you eat it
Like I put the snacks out
Don't say you can't, say you
Can, say you can, can
Flip that money, flip it like a handstand
Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
Flip that money, make it do a handstand
I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band
Where are my bands
Where my Rubber Band Mans?
He's a banker by nature
He'll call and stick up the debt
That you owe and thank ya
He'll switch the toys out
Never the same route
But niggas acting like they ain't
About to pay out
Taking me out just to ask how my day went
Tryna show me I'm his number one investment
He know what I like, stay on your job type
I'll pop if you can pop
Like you got rubber bands, we like
We like them boys
With them rubber band bands
He move weight, keep a couple gram-grams
So where your money? Put it
In your hand hands
Now make it flip, make it do a handstand
Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
Flip that money, make it do a handstand
I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band
Where are my bands
Where my Rubber Band Mans?
'Cause we like bad boys and bad cars
Them hood rich, dope boys and trap stars
'Cause we like bad boys and bad cars (yeah)
Them hood rich, dope boys and trap stars
(Uh huh, uh huh)
See I'm a rubber lover
So wrap it and I'll hug ya
Then we can stick together like
Them dollars out the printer
Bad boys I catch, call me undercover (Uh)
Street grindin', cold-cut motherf -
(Yo, yo, yo)
He flip like handstands
He cookin' them ten grams
Give him the grand slam in
Back of the phan dam
I mean the Phantom, I can't stand bums
Somethin' bout his money make
A nigga handsome
Cuff, cuff, throw ya badge on me
Guaranteed, you can't puff, puff, pass on me
We can crush, crush
You can spend your stash on me
'Cause I know, you want to
Smash, like a crash dummy, c'yeah
Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
Flip that money, make it do a handstand
I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band
Where are my bands
Where my Rubber Band Mans?
Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
Flip that money, make it do a handstand
I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band
Where are my bands
Where my Rubber Band Mans?
With them rubber band bands
He move weight, keep a couple gram-grams
So where your money? Put it
In your hand hands
Now make it flip, make it do a handstand
Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
Flip that money, make it do a handstand
I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band
Where are my bands
Where my Rubber Band Mans?
It's official, bang your pistols
Play your money it's funny, I mean it tickles
I need a D-boy, I need a president
And if you're spending them stacks
I need some evidence
Then you can bring out all them
Cars that they rap about
Then I'ma let you eat it
Like I put the snacks out
Don't say you can't, say you
Can, say you can, can
Flip that money, flip it like a handstand
Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
Flip that money, make it do a handstand
I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band
Where are my bands
Where my Rubber Band Mans?
He's a banker by nature
He'll call and stick up the debt
That you owe and thank ya
He'll switch the toys out
Never the same route
But niggas acting like they ain't
About to pay out
Taking me out just to ask how my day went
Tryna show me I'm his number one investment
He know what I like, stay on your job type
I'll pop if you can pop
Like you got rubber bands, we like
We like them boys
With them rubber band bands
He move weight, keep a couple gram-grams
So where your money? Put it
In your hand hands
Now make it flip, make it do a handstand
Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
Flip that money, make it do a handstand
I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band
Where are my bands
Where my Rubber Band Mans?
'Cause we like bad boys and bad cars
Them hood rich, dope boys and trap stars
'Cause we like bad boys and bad cars (yeah)
Them hood rich, dope boys and trap stars
(Uh huh, uh huh)
See I'm a rubber lover
So wrap it and I'll hug ya
Then we can stick together like
Them dollars out the printer
Bad boys I catch, call me undercover (Uh)
Street grindin', cold-cut motherf -
(Yo, yo, yo)
He flip like handstands
He cookin' them ten grams
Give him the grand slam in
Back of the phan dam
I mean the Phantom, I can't stand bums
Somethin' bout his money make
A nigga handsome
Cuff, cuff, throw ya badge on me
Guaranteed, you can't puff, puff, pass on me
We can crush, crush
You can spend your stash on me
'Cause I know, you want to
Smash, like a crash dummy, c'yeah
Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
Flip that money, make it do a handstand
I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band
Where are my bands
Where my Rubber Band Mans?
Do a handstand, could you do a handstand?
Flip that money, make it do a handstand
I can make 'em scream, like a Summer Jam band
Where are my bands
Where my Rubber Band Mans?