Stand On It (feat.L4m Maine) prod.Jay Propht Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
You wanted Christian Dior on ya body
Go slow when you ride it
Throwing that money
Don't run out of dollars
I told you a secret
You told everybody
Before we get litty
We tapping the bottle
Gave you my heart
But my shit was too hollow
Giving you game like
I'm gillie and wallo
Baby..baby
Why you wanna my main bitch
You don't even speak my language
Money talk be my favorite
So why would I not fuck with paper ?
Want me to go but it ain't my time
Never know so I keep my nine
Thugger and gunna
Won't leave my slime
Baby you was just a tree I climbed
I know
Rocking the mic
American idol
You wanna sell it
I can't buy though
I put dick in her belly
She ain't my mine though
Then I call mackaveli
To smoke hydro
Busing his head
With the gen five though
Real ass nigga you can't buy those
And a real ass bitch you can't find those
I know
Perk in body
I'm feeling like fuckin
Can't trust a bitch
That's always with her cousin
The fed snatch me up
I aint telling them nothing
He said he get Benji's
He Benjamin Button
You got no reason to lie to me
Baby I'm a live for money prodigy
Gotta be
I can't believe that you doubted me
But I guess this is just how it gotta be
For life you know we making it right
I don't need nobody
if they say they gone ride
Then they leave my side
Always been a live for money nigga
You a dummy nigga
Just step outside
Four ski mask with the BA on tight
I don't know if I'm wrong or right
Pretty brown vibe
Don't waste my time
You know what I'm on
Is we gone catch a vibe
Stay sturdy all the live
Hit it from the side then behind
Pussy got me crazy in the mind
Girl please don't waste my time
We can catch a vibe
Pull your panties to the side
I got too much money on my mind
Being broke traumatized me
Can you see that pain inside
Look me in my eyes
I been through alot of shit
But fuck it you know a nigga try
Have you ever seen a demon in the flesh
Tattoos on my neck
(Yeah)
We just runnning up a check
Live for money standing on respect
(Aaah)
One to his head watch his body fall
Life on the line don't miss my call
If you step in the lane
Then yo ass gotta go
Pop pop pop that boy got smoked
I wanna ball forever
I wanna ball together
I wanna smoke that pressure
but lately I feel I'm losing it all together
Telling me things about what niggas be Doing to you
That shit ain't hardly better
I wear my heart on my sleeve
The things I receive
That shit don't be hardly better
And you know how I'm comming
Spin a bin with my youngin
Now they running
From the tommy
And You know
Break them shackles off my wrist
Put some diamonds on my wrist
Now I'm lit fasho