Handstand
Nicki Minaj Lyrics

We like them boys with them rubber band bands
We prefer guys who have bundles of money wrapped in rubber bands

He move weight keep a couple gram grams
He sells drugs and deals with small amounts of narcotics

So (so so so) where your money put it in your hand hands
So, where's your money? Put it in your hands

Now (now now now) make it flip make it do a handstand [x2]
Now, make it flip and do a handstand with the money

Do a handstand can you do a hand stand flip that money
Can you do a handstand and flip the money?

Make it do a handstand, I can make it scream like a summer jam fan
I can make the money stand on its end and scream like a fan at a summer concert

Where are my bands where my rubber band mans
Where are my bundles of cash and the men who have them wrapped in rubber bands?

It's official bang your pistols play your money it's funny
It's official, shoot your guns and play with your money; it's funny

I need a D-boy I need a president and
I need a drug dealer and a wealthy man

If your spending them stacks I need some evidence
If you're spending large amounts of cash, I'll need proof

Then you can bring out all them cars that they rap bout
You can then show me all the expensive cars that rappers mention in their songs

Then I'm a let you eat it like I put the snacks out, don't say
Then, I'll let you have sex with me, but don't talk about it

You can't say you can say you can can flip that money
Don't say you can't flip the money; you can do it

He's a banker by nature he'll call and slick of the debt that you owe and thank ya
He's a natural at managing finances and will call you to pay back any debts you owe him

He'll switch the toys out never the same route, but niggas acting like they ain't about to pay out
He'll change his luxurious possessions, but people are pretending they won't pay him back

Taking me out just to ask how my day went
Taking me out just to ask how my day was

Tryna show me I'm his number one investment
He's trying to show me that I'm his top priority

He know what I like, stay on your job type
He knows what I like and is the hardworking type

I'll pop if you can pop like you got rubber bands we like
I'll have sex with you if you can move your hips like you have bundles of cash wrapped in rubber bands, just like we like

'Cause we like them bad boys and bad cars, them hood rich dope boys and trap stars [x2]
Because we like bad boys with expensive cars, wealthy drug dealers, and musicians who rap about selling narcotics

See I'm a rubber lover so wrap it and I'll hug ya
I'm a lover of bundles of cash wrapped in rubber bands, so wrap it and I'll embrace you

Then we can stick together like them dollars out the printer
Then, we can stick together like the dollars that come out of the printer

Bad boys I catch call me undercover, street grindin' cold cut motherfucker
I catch bad boys and they call me an undercover cop. I operate in the streets and work hard

Yo yo yo he flip like handstand he cookin' them 10 grams
He flips drugs like he flips money during a handstand, and he's cooking 10 grams of narcotics

Give him the grand slam in back of the phan dam, I mean the phantom
Have sex with him in the back of a Rolls-Royce Phantom car, which he calls a 'phan dam'

I can't stand bums somethin' bout his money make a nigga hands me
I can't tolerate men without money; something about his wealth turns me on

Cuff cuff throw ya badge on me, Guaranteed you can't puff puff pass on me
Arrest me and put your badge on me. I guarantee you won't share your drugs with me

We can crush crush, You can spend your stach on me
We can have sex and you can spend all your cash on me

'Cause I know you want to smash it like a crash dummy
Because I know you want to have sex with me as hard as a crash dummy hits a wall