Stand Back
Yeah-yeah, uh (woo)
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 300 on the whip, yeah, I just spend a dub on my bitch, yeah
I just spend like 80 on a chain, yeah, blowin' like money ain't a thang, uh
When you see me I be drippin' Fendi
All these hunnids in my pocket, bitch I'm gettin' plenty
Ride with a semi in this fuckin' Bentley
I ain't a killer but don't push me, nigga, don't fuckin' tempt me
Uh, e'ry day another fuckin' deposit, yeah
I just signed a deal with kicks, now I'm a fuckin' 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 up the store with that Moncler, yeah
Huh, and you know that shit was on my back, uh
I'm a fuckin' hype beast, nigga, I don't know how to act
Yeah, they done gave the wrong nigga money
Ever since I got it, I been blowin' money, yeah
You a broke nigga, you be owin' money, yeah
At the strip club, we be throwin' money, yeah
I remember I ain't had the shit
Now I'm havin' shit, I'm livin' lavish, bitch
It's at least a 500 thousand under my mattress, bitch
I be fuckin', duckin' these hoes, I'm on my savage shit
Pulled up in that big B, they thought it was a rental (skrrt)
While I get my dick sucked, my seats massagin' me (yeah)
It's so big inside, can fuckin' have a ménage 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 300 on the whip, yeah, I just spend a dub on my bitch, yeah
I just spend like 80 on a chain, yeah, blowin' like money ain't a thang, uh
I spend seven thousand on a Balmain jacket
Lookin' like I got it, I can probably fit a shotty in it, yeah
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 fuckin' Bentley
With a Spanish mami, make her call me papi in it
I'm ridin', windows tinted, and she give me sloppy in it
And they tryna see who's in it, mind your fuckin' bidness
Money on my mind, it's always time for me to get it, yeah
Got Eliante jewelry, so my diamonds glitter, yeah
I know she like the way I rock my Mike Amiris, 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 300 on the whip, yeah, I just spend a dub on my bitch, yeah
I just spend like 80 on a chain, yeah, blowin' 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 300 on the whip, yeah, I just spend a dub on my bitch, yeah
I just spend like 80 on a chain, yeah, blowin' like money ain't a thang
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 300 on the whip, yeah, I just spend a dub on my bitch, yeah
I just spend like 80 on a chain, yeah, blowin' like money ain't a thang, uh
When you see me I be drippin' Fendi
All these hunnids in my pocket, bitch I'm gettin' plenty
Ride with a semi in this fuckin' Bentley
I ain't a killer but don't push me, nigga, don't fuckin' tempt me
Uh, e'ry day another fuckin' deposit, yeah
I just signed a deal with kicks, now I'm a fuckin' 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 up the store with that Moncler, yeah
Huh, and you know that shit was on my back, uh
I'm a fuckin' hype beast, nigga, I don't know how to act
Yeah, they done gave the wrong nigga money
Ever since I got it, I been blowin' money, yeah
You a broke nigga, you be owin' money, yeah
At the strip club, we be throwin' money, yeah
I remember I ain't had the shit
Now I'm havin' shit, I'm livin' lavish, bitch
It's at least a 500 thousand under my mattress, bitch
I be fuckin', duckin' these hoes, I'm on my savage shit
Pulled up in that big B, they thought it was a rental (skrrt)
While I get my dick sucked, my seats massagin' me (yeah)
It's so big inside, can fuckin' have a ménage 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 300 on the whip, yeah, I just spend a dub on my bitch, yeah
I just spend like 80 on a chain, yeah, blowin' like money ain't a thang, uh
I spend seven thousand on a Balmain jacket
Lookin' like I got it, I can probably fit a shotty in it, yeah
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 fuckin' Bentley
With a Spanish mami, make her call me papi in it
I'm ridin', windows tinted, and she give me sloppy in it
And they tryna see who's in it, mind your fuckin' bidness
Money on my mind, it's always time for me to get it, yeah
Got Eliante jewelry, so my diamonds glitter, yeah
I know she like the way I rock my Mike Amiris, 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 300 on the whip, yeah, I just spend a dub on my bitch, yeah
I just spend like 80 on a chain, yeah, blowin' 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 300 on the whip, yeah, I just spend a dub on my bitch, yeah
I just spend like 80 on a chain, yeah, blowin' like money ain't a thang
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Mac, Edward Christopher Sheeran, Fred, Artist J. Dubose
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