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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Remy Ma
Performer
Swizz Beatz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kasseem Dean
Composer
Robert Smith
Composer
D. Shire
Composer
Modest Mussorgsky
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Terrance Pender
Recording Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Recording Engineer
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Now put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Put your right hand up
Man, man, it's whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
It's whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
It's whatever (Get it, girl)
[Verse 2]
See, if the god say get her, I'ma get her
I had her with a pillow in the casket, it won't fit her
The only reason I hit her, she kept talking greasy
Little jump skeezy that asked somebody who I been seen
I'm R to the E-Z
It's midsummer, got on long sleeves 'cause my arms is freezing
I gets fly for no reason
See, I got money, but it's always robbing season
Yeah, see, hip hop needs me
The beats are Swizz, the girl is sick, and please believe
That I'm a starter, see, every damn day, I ball
My jeans is blue and gray like Seton Hall
[Verse 3]
Now put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Put your right hand up
Man, man, it's whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
It's whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
It's whatever (Listen)
[Verse 4]
See, Rem is a monster
I'm rap's MPV, the star on the roster
Officially a boogie down Bronxter
Terror Squad ain't the Brady Bunch, and I ain't Marsha
I spit so butter, they should call me margarine
I ain't gotta be boss as long as I'm in charge
And whatever I say goes, so if I say no
Don't ask why soon, it's because I say so
I'm doing it too long, ain't nothing new to me
I, I run through your little gated community
You know how the girl be, I'm a show-stopper
I'll give it to you early, before the toast pops up
[Verse 5]
Now put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Put your right hand up
Man, man, it's whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
It's whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
It's whatever
[Verse 6]
See, this goes out to my BX crew
Put your hands up in the air if you feel me
Crush 'em all day, crush 'em all night
Treat 'em just like, oh, it's whatever
Like a four alarm blaze
And I'm hotter than hole and work at the Days Inn
People try to make hits that make people bop
I make hits they play, the people get shot
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Right hand got a ****, left hand got a cup
And you already know the rules don't apply to us
We gon' do what we do, it's whatever to what
You want the flyness, here we go
Driving backwoods then I roll, we're like Big in the Hypnotize video
Bang this in your stereo
Turn it higher, higher
Now everybody liked your likeness
[Verse 7]
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Put your right hand up, put your left hand up
Put your right hand up
Man, man, it's whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
It's whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
Whatever (Get it popping)
It's whatever (Get it)
Written by: D. Shire, Kasseem Dean, Modest Mussorgsky, Robert Smith