STAND UP (feat. JNR CHOI)
Y'all really be talkin' too much
Singin' and singin', and singin'
And singin', and singin', and singin', and
Y'all got too much conversations incriminatin' yourselves
We really thought you were standup
While y'all all singin' and singin', and singin', and
Singin' and singin', and singin', and
Singin' and singin', and singin', and
We really thought you were standup
Havin' conversations, incriminatin' yourselves
While y'all all singin' and singin', and singin', and
We really thought you were standup (huh, uh)
If you're not on my timin' you best get out my way, yeah
VVS, see man shinin', yeah, Rolex, I iced that face
You wanna peep designer, yeah, you knew I got that taste, yeah
When you go buy designer, yeah, you're gonna see man's face
We celebratin', while I give it a (hey)
Bust open bottles and live it up (oh)
Before the cameras, this a different sandwich, you step in the building and lift it up (ayy)
We kill all the snitches like fentanyl, go 'head and sniff it up (ayy)
Bitch, when the coast is clear, for all you to pull up and big it up (big it up)
Y'all really be talkin' too much
Singin' and singin', and singin'
And singin', and singin', and singin', and
Y'all got too much conversations incriminatin' yourselves
We really thought you were standup
While y'all all singin' and singin', and singin', and
Singin' and singin', and singin', and
Singin' and singin', and singin', and
We really thought you were standup
Havin' conversations, incriminatin' yourselves
While y'all all singin' and singin', and singin', and
We really thought you were standup
Don't do snitches, don't do snakes
Don't do rats, I don't do jakes
All my drip real, don't do fakes
Keep it real, it goes two ways
Let a bad b go to waste
Shiesty mask, no face, no case
Nothing can ever stop my shine
Then we'll pull up, I'm burn the place
You don't want to do that (switchy) never-ever, no
Go zoom, zoom, zoom
Jump in that Ferrari, it go zoom, zoom, zoom
Smokin' marijuana, I see fume, fume, fume
Ladies say they love me, love the shrooms, shrooms, shrooms
Always been the highest in the room, room, room
My baby, she the flyest in the room, room, room
She got like Louis, Prada, Dior, baby, damn, she got poom, poom, poom, yeah
Yeah, I love the way you move, ah, baby
No snitchin' on me
I love the way you move, ah, baby
No switchin' on me
I love the way you move, I love to show improve
I love the way you groove (ah)
No switchin' on me (yeah)
No switchin' on me (oh, no, no, no)
No switchin' on me (uh, yeah)
I love the way you move, my baby (oh, no, no, no)
No snitchin' on me (shit)
No switchin' on me (shit)
No snitchin' on me (shit)
No switchin' on me (ah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I want to get lit to the club
Sip some champagne, pop, pop, pop, pop
Meet some gyal, then chill with the gyal
Never know, you might be my one
Ooh, wow, skip to the club
Sip some champagne, pop, pop, pop, pop
Meet some gyal, then off with the gyal
Never know, she might be my one, yeah
Don't stop (hey)
Don't stop (hey)
Don't stop (hey)
Don't stop (hey)
We gonna get you, get you, get you, get you
We gonna get you, get you, get you, get you
We gonna get you, get you, get you, get you
We gonna get you, get you, get you, get you
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Singin' and singin', and singin'
And singin', and singin', and singin', and
Y'all got too much conversations incriminatin' yourselves
We really thought you were standup
While y'all all singin' and singin', and singin', and
Singin' and singin', and singin', and
Singin' and singin', and singin', and
We really thought you were standup
Havin' conversations, incriminatin' yourselves
While y'all all singin' and singin', and singin', and
We really thought you were standup (huh, uh)
If you're not on my timin' you best get out my way, yeah
VVS, see man shinin', yeah, Rolex, I iced that face
You wanna peep designer, yeah, you knew I got that taste, yeah
When you go buy designer, yeah, you're gonna see man's face
We celebratin', while I give it a (hey)
Bust open bottles and live it up (oh)
Before the cameras, this a different sandwich, you step in the building and lift it up (ayy)
We kill all the snitches like fentanyl, go 'head and sniff it up (ayy)
Bitch, when the coast is clear, for all you to pull up and big it up (big it up)
Y'all really be talkin' too much
Singin' and singin', and singin'
And singin', and singin', and singin', and
Y'all got too much conversations incriminatin' yourselves
We really thought you were standup
While y'all all singin' and singin', and singin', and
Singin' and singin', and singin', and
Singin' and singin', and singin', and
We really thought you were standup
Havin' conversations, incriminatin' yourselves
While y'all all singin' and singin', and singin', and
We really thought you were standup
Don't do snitches, don't do snakes
Don't do rats, I don't do jakes
All my drip real, don't do fakes
Keep it real, it goes two ways
Let a bad b go to waste
Shiesty mask, no face, no case
Nothing can ever stop my shine
Then we'll pull up, I'm burn the place
You don't want to do that (switchy) never-ever, no
Go zoom, zoom, zoom
Jump in that Ferrari, it go zoom, zoom, zoom
Smokin' marijuana, I see fume, fume, fume
Ladies say they love me, love the shrooms, shrooms, shrooms
Always been the highest in the room, room, room
My baby, she the flyest in the room, room, room
She got like Louis, Prada, Dior, baby, damn, she got poom, poom, poom, yeah
Yeah, I love the way you move, ah, baby
No snitchin' on me
I love the way you move, ah, baby
No switchin' on me
I love the way you move, I love to show improve
I love the way you groove (ah)
No switchin' on me (yeah)
No switchin' on me (oh, no, no, no)
No switchin' on me (uh, yeah)
I love the way you move, my baby (oh, no, no, no)
No snitchin' on me (shit)
No switchin' on me (shit)
No snitchin' on me (shit)
No switchin' on me (ah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I want to get lit to the club
Sip some champagne, pop, pop, pop, pop
Meet some gyal, then chill with the gyal
Never know, you might be my one
Ooh, wow, skip to the club
Sip some champagne, pop, pop, pop, pop
Meet some gyal, then off with the gyal
Never know, she might be my one, yeah
Don't stop (hey)
Don't stop (hey)
Don't stop (hey)
Don't stop (hey)
We gonna get you, get you, get you, get you
We gonna get you, get you, get you, get you
We gonna get you, get you, get you, get you
We gonna get you, get you, get you, get you
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Oh, shit, oh God
Oh, shit, oh Lord
Credits
Writer(s): Stevie Wonder, Trevor Smith Jr, Michel Sotolongo, Momodou Junior Choi, Chaniva Joy Faith Francis
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