Lirik
Hmm
I stand on feet
Making money by week
No ain't ever gon slip
Can't trust a **** that creep
I'm up top, they wishing a **** gon flop
They finna put me in a box, I gave it my all and it worked
I stand on feet
Making money by week
No ain't ever gon slip
Can't trust a **** that creep
I'm up top, they wishing a **** gon flop
They finna put me in a box, I gave it my all and it worked
Ain't no putting this dawg on a leash
If I pull out my gun ima squeeze
When I beef ain't calling for peace
I got **** who really deceased
I spent 80k on my wrist
Some Versace to cover my feet
And I'm way too cooler than a bitch
I done took care of all my needs
Ain't nobody gon do it for me
Bought my Rollie for 200gs
You can tell that my styling ain't cheap
Gave my **** the way to succeed
For my **** I do for free
Ain't no way ima choke or I freeze
In this shit for the win not to grieve
I been dripping I need an award
I don't play in this shit man it's war
Tell her pray that I'm never gon fall
Cuz she knows I'm in love with the drugs
Ain't no telling on things that I saw
At my lowest a **** did rob
Couldn't walk so my **** I crawled
Cuz I had to get food for the dawgs
I stand on feet
Making money by week
No ain't ever gon slip
Can't trust a **** that creep
I'm up top, they wishing a **** gon flop
They finnna put me in a box, I gave it my all and it worked
I stand on feet
Making money by week
No ain't ever gon slip
Can't trust a **** that creep
I'm up top, they wishing a **** gon flop
They finnna put me in a box, I gave it my all and it worked
Hmm
Written by: Vincent Junior Ifediba