Stand On It (feat.L4m Maine) prod.Jay Propht 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