Stand On It Lyrics

Huh

I'm gone stand on it

All my business Im gone stand on it

Yeah

(Gexales what's the move gang)

Said he about his business then come stand on it (stand on it)

All these niggas hating shit I can't condone it (I can't)

Shawty keep shaking ass throw some bands on it (bands on it)

Said you about yo business then come stand on it (stand on it)

So much drip inside this whip it could make ya car sick (Car, oh)

Playing with money way too much and then ya lost it (ya lost, oh)

Got new fashion making her happy bringing her smiles to her face (yeah)

Lonely at your crib know she wanna come and lay at my place (yeah)

Baby come give me lip and don't you start shit (don't you start it)

My swag is always on Goyard my garments (always on)

4matic I whip the Benz outside yo apartment (skrt)

Diamonds on me they dancing like Carlton (they dancing)

Nah I don't need no stylist I get fly as a drone (fly as fuck)

Long days steady working seems like I barely been home (barely home)

If I broke yo heart I cover you up in some chrome

I promise no one stopping anything that we on (ain't gone stop)

Once I told her I'm in the city she want me to play with the kitty (yeah)

Xo what she sending me, Swoonstar written across her tities (tities)

I just been doing this shit my way I was havin my shit for a minute (minute)

Imma keep climbing my way to the top imma stack mine past infinity (stacking it)

Don't you come fucking with the gang you get hit in close proximity (grrt)

Marchin' on niggas like we some marines lil boy like are you kidding me (Come on)

Bullets keep flying with every shot I promise you not outta reach (Damn)

Shawty keep telling me smack from the back in Atlanta, she Georgia Peach (she tell it)

Said he about his business then come stand on it (stand on it)

All these niggas hating shit I can't condone it (I can't)

Shawty keep shaking ass throw some bands on it (bands on it)

Said you about yo business then come stand on it (stand on it)

So much drip inside this whip it could make ya car sick (Car, oh)

Playing with money way too much and then ya lost it (ya lost, oh)

Got new fashion making her happy bringing her smiles to her face (yeah)

Lonely at your crib know she wanna come and lay at my place (yeah)

Written By: Kiran Anderson