Upp'd Ya Standards ft. Almty Yami Lyrics

I don't wanna talk 'bout business

Hundreds from me

After I give a fuck I'mma leave

I'm her favorite but she for the team

I'mma make it you see how I be

This good dick I ain't fucking for free

She a freak

I been up getting after things

Brodie down uppin' the beam

Though I ain't rich I ain't scared to spend it

Know I gotta get fly

You be doing shit I don't care to manage

Make me think bad is good

I was on top but I still couldn't stand ya

Got me saying that's a wrap

I guess you upp'd your standards

Let's see if it's a fact

All this shit gon' fall on you one day

So decide who you wanna be before it's too late

I can't slow my roll all gas no brakes

Rearranging all my feelings fucking with the feng shui (hey)

I done fucked up plenty but I'm still that guy

I like to fuck her off the henny after getting high

She said she feel me dig me plenty I'mma clip this time

She fucked my night up, fucked my high up, on the bible I'mma ghost tonight

I need Pesos, pounds, yen even euros

My bori baby always mad I'm busy, ma you know I'm stubborn like a burro

You wanted to-

Up ya standards, so I got my bands up

But now that I'm up, I ain't tryna fuck wit no

Bitch that ain't with it when times get rough

Shit get real gotta up that knock

Rock with the 8 gotta throw that up

She not riding or dying dont care if she crying

No she ain't the one I'mma kick that bitch out

I feel like a legend in my city

I feel like Buddy Cianci

Diamonds on my wrist and damn right they dancing

45 on me, my opps in a panic

I'mma go M.I.A. , probably in Mia

Probably throw a few bands

Make it back in a day

I'mma make it look easy

You ain't seen what it take

I ain't losing no more friends

I'mma keep 'em all safe

Why would I settle for less

Bitch I'mma king, cant make a queen out a treesha

Loyalty is what I really need but

There's somethings you can't teach em

Why would I chase you if you wouldn't bring me no light when I'm stuck in the dark

I ain't gon' diss you for fumbling me

Lil bitch ima pray for your loss

I don't wanna talk 'bout business

Hundreds from me

After I give a fuck I'mma leave

I'm her favorite but she for the team

I'mma make it you see how I be

This good dick I ain't fucking for free

She a freak

I been up getting after things

Brodie down uppin' the beam

Though I ain't rich I ain't scared to spend it

Know I gotta get fly

You be doing shit I don't care to manage

Make me think bad is good

I was on top but I still couldn't stand ya

Got me saying that's a wrap

I guess you upp'd your standards

Let's see if it's a fact