Look Alive ft. Deadstock DP & Wantmoren8 Lyrics

Look alive, I'm comin' down, Broadway chasin' a hunnid

I just had to sacrifice, now it come in abundance

Them niggas used to get it fast, now they finished with nothin

When it's all said and done, I'ma finish above em

Make bread or fake dead and quit livin' a lie

Once I got out my own way, I start livin' a lot

All these bitches in my face, tryna get that one spot

But I just want a lil' face before I hit that one spot

Worldwide, I'm with the guys, bout' to take it there

I'm tryna get us to the burbs, my nigga taste the air

Lil D's, stay fresh, that nigga N8 a player

And when you add me to that mix, we ain't playin' fair

Cooler than I need to be, I'm the son of Nita B

Don't cross me like a Jesus piece, got stripes just like Adidas sneaks

I'm way too grown for that shit, girl, I don't need to sneak

My only time is FaceTime, so can I get a peek

One for the money, two for the load

Three, if you with it, tell me who you do it for

I said one for the money, two for the load

Three, if you with it, tell me who you do it for

Look alive, halfway through a five-hour drive

Name is your word, can't be lyin', tryna lead the pride

Once we locked in, we locked in, never leave your side

First nigga try, we goin' live and it won't be on live

Sometime the love will make you go blind, you gotta see the signs

Hold it down, get up on that mound, gotta read the signs

Supposed to be a future, now she wishin' that she could rewind

Don't stand a chance in hell, but I wish you well

We come from goin' in and then splittin' cells

Flippin' heads and tails in the wishin' wells

After that, we tipped the scale, cabernet, no Zifindale

She like, you ain't shit for real, but you is the shit for real

One for the money, two for the load

Three, if you with it, tell me who you do it for

I said one for the money, two for the load

Three, if you with it, tell me who you do it for

Ayy, look alive, I'm comin' down Sonoma doin' a hunnid

I see skittles bustin' down, hat tricks on the corner

Click your heels three times, I pop up if it's money

Tongue out, she lookin' at me, bitches know how I'm comin

I'm made for it, these days, I prayed for them

I stay touring, lil' nigga want em, I'm State Farm

On Ashby with the only right that we bear arms

Open this shit up, you could tell that it's airborne

Everybody really can't live like us

It's paper cuts, trash bags and airports all month

It's hollow walls, handguns, and transactions by lunch

It all come with a rush, that's what make it a plus

One for the money, two for the load

Three, if you with it, tell me who you do it for

I said one for the money, two for the load

Three, if you with it, tell me who you do it for