PnB Rock and A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Stand Back
Yeah, yeahUh
Ooh
Hold up, stand back, yeah
I just peeped you tryna steal my swag, yeah
I just peeped I got these haters mad, yeah
Money on my mind, I'm tryna get a bag, yeah
Dropped three hunnid on the whip, yeah
I just spend a dub on my bitch, yeah
I just spend like eighty on a chain, yeah
Blowing like money ain't a thang, uh
When you see me, I be drippin' Fendi
All these hunnids in my pocket, bitch I'm getting plenty
Ride with a semi in this fucking Bentley
I ain't a killer but don't push me, nigga, don't fucking tempt me
Uh, every day another fucking deposit, yeah
I just signed a deal with kicks, I'm a fucking designer, yeah
Loyalty a must, and death before dishonor, yeah
Real nigga I won't talk put that shit on my mama, yeah
Spend three bands on a Moncler, yeah
Walked out the store with that Moncler, yeah
And you know that shit was on my back
I'm a fucking hypebeast, nigga I don't know how to act
Yeah, they done gave the wrong nigga money
Ever since I got it, I been blowing money, yeah
You a broke nigga, you be owing money, yeah
At the strip club, we be throwing money
Yeah, I remember I ain't had the shit
Now I'm having shit, I'm living lavish bitch
It's at least a five hunnid thousand under my mattress, bitch
I be fucking, ducking these hoes, I'm on my savage shit
Pulled up in that big beamer, they thought it was a rental (skrrt)
While I get my dick sucked, my seats massaging me (yeah)
It's so big inside, can fuck and have a menage in it (yeah)
She just like the squad and now all my niggas ridin' it (yeah)
Hold up, stand back, yeah
I just peeped you tryna steal my swag, yeah
I just peeped I got these haters mad, yeah
Money on my mind, I'm tryna get a bag, yeah
Dropped three hunnid on the whip, yeah
I just spend a dub on my bitch, yeah
I just spend like eighty on a chain, yeah
Blowing like money ain't a thang, uh
I spend seven thousand on a Balmain jacket
Looking like I got it I can probably fit a shotty in it
Now I gotta go pick up the pocket rocket
Just to get a thotty in a spot, 'cause I can't trust no bitches
I don't like little bodies in a big ass fucking Bentley
With a Spanish mami make her call me papi in it
I'm riding, windows tinted and she give me sloppy in it
And they tryna see who's in it, mind your fucking business
Money on mind it's always time to get it, yeah
Got Eliante jewelry so my diamonds glitter, yeah
I know she like the way I rock my Mike Amiri's, yeah
Got spikes all on my feet, so haters can't get near me, yeah
Hold up, stand back, yeah
I just peeped you tryna steal my swag, yeah
I just peeped I got these haters mad, yeah
Money on my mind, I'm tryna get a bag, yeah
Dropped three hunnid on the whip, yeah
I just spend a dub on my bitch, yeah
I just spend like eighty on a chain, yeah
Blowing like money ain't a thang, uh
Hold up, stand back, yeah
I just peeped you tryna steal my swag, yeah
I just peeped I got these haters mad, yeah
Money on my mind, I'm tryna get a bag, yeah
Dropped three hunnid on the whip, yeah
I just spend a dub on my bitch, yeah
I just spend like eighty on a chain, yeah
Blowing like money ain't a thang
Written by:
Artist Julius Dubose, Kevin Gomringer, Rakim Hasheem Allen, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Tim Gomringer
Publisher:
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