Stand On It Lyrics

The way this money keep on comin' in, I need more rubber bands

Them niggas ain't really bout no skits, them niggas takin' stands

I done spent a ticket on my fits, nigga, check my gram

I ain't really fuckin' with the bitch, she's just one of my fans

I've been too busy smokin' Za, I don't remember your man

Too Many niggas really out here suckers, ain't shakin' they hands

I just got my bitch a new Chanel and I got Goyard

Chrome heart, all black Benz, bitch, I'm servin' raw

This double M for Mad, bitch, I'm livin' large

This a shooting star, no, this ain't no Charger, this a SRT

From servin' hard to drivin' supercars, bitch, you know I'm him

I been sinnin', but I'm born to win, that's how it's gon' end

Got my vision back up in detention, bitch, I seen this shit

Get out your feelings, talkin' bout that hoe, don't call me bout no bitch

I'm gettin' chicken, what the fuck you think? I'm standin' on my business

Tryna speak about some shit I did, these niggas playin' witness

Yeah, I mind my business, I don't wanna know, don't tell me shit

You can have the bitch, I don't even wanna, that bitch, she need the kid

Niggas Claimin' that they with you, always sayin' what they did

Everything I did, I did from out my heart, that's what it is

That's what it is, nigga, anything I ever done did, nigga

I done did from out my heart, nigga, for any and every nigga

On beezy F, nigga, straight the fuck up, look

But we gon' keep on gettin' to this motherfuckin' money, nigga

The way this money keep on comin' in, I need more rubber bands

Them niggas ain't really bout no skits, them niggas takin' stands

I done spent a ticket on my fits, nigga, check my gram

I ain't really fuckin' with the bitch, she's just one of my fans

I been too busy smokin', Za I don't remember your man

To Many niggas really out here, suckas ain't shakin' your hand

I just got my bitch a new Chanel and I got Goyard

Chrome heart, all black bands, bitch, I'm really raw

Don't mention me, cause I do niggas bad, shooters in all blacks

It's On my lap, I don't need no stash, when I double back

Put belt to ass, just like I'm they daddy, I get pissed off

Big boss, I'm a rich dog, knockin' niggas off

I ain't worried about your little bitch, it's way too many hoes

Grown nigga cryin' bout this bitch, I call him snotty nose

Poppin' all that shit on my phone, go and drop yo Lo

I ain't really fuckin' with you niggas, just stealin' my flow

These niggas really be my sons, they ain't standin' no shit

These bitches really just wish they could fuck with the kid

Defense, I don't wanna hear it I'm sendin' a blitz

Weeping bout the shit I did, I just bust on her lips

Lame ass nigga, hoe ass nigga, bitch ass nigga

Better stay the fuck out my way

Cause anything come across my path the wrong way

I'm runnin' the fuck over, nigga, all 20 24, nigga