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Stay on It Video (MV)




Performed By: Mak11
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Andrew McDonald




Mak11 - Stay on It Lyrics
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Hands up outta my bag
If you weren't down since day one
My bands up now I get paid
Finna lose my count don't say none
Your mans on minimum wage
Still come around try to hate on me
Stealing my clout no way homie
This what I'm bout I stay on it
Yeah bet I stay on it
This what I'm bout I stay on it
Yeah bet I stay on it
This what I'm bout I stay on it
Aye aye aye aye
Grind til I get that bankroll
Prolly gon sip some Faygo
All of you kids should stay home
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
My style really so fuego
I just might spend me some pesos
Then when I'm finished go make more
I walk in and I'm dripping with fashion
I want Benjamins in them elastics
All my friends are dead been on my sad shit
That's a rented Benz you think you splashing
Where the pint gonna pour up in Pineapple
Roll me a joint ima smoke til it's light out
They know bout the boy
They gon try take a bite out em
More than annoyed
When they find out there's fight in him
Lot of muhf*ckas wanna lie to me
Y'all don't know nothing why you tryna preach
All of that fronting I find it weak
Money keep coming no time to sleep
Running up numbers, I grind all week
Tryna bundle up hundreds, then I'm gon eat
Pull up to the function but we ain't speak
Yeah I'm done with the dumb shit no C-A-P
Hands up outta my bag
If you weren't down since day one
My bands up now I get paid
Finna lose my count don't say none
Your mans on minimum wage
Still come around try to hate on me
Stealing my clout no way homie
This what I'm bout I stay on it
This what I'm bout ima stay on it
Never had a doubt I remained on it
Shawty buss down put my name on it
Feeling like I scored a touchdown put some game on it
Stuck to my path never strayed off it
Double up a half tryna gain profit
Want the bucks put the cash in the bank balling
Dawg I had to cut down the grass there was snakes crawling
I be cutting off they heads with the hedge clippers
I don't gotta duck if em they dead give em lead livers
Got em jumping off the edge so it ends quicker
I am not out f*cking with the feds I was bred different
I'm the breadwinner bet I get ahead
Finna go and whip the Bentley and a sixty-seven Chev
You a dead ringer never get no cred
Yeah we know that shit a flex need to get your head correct
Breaking it down to molecular levels
They chasing me round so I wrestle with devils
Two eighths of an ounce that's my regular mellow
Come straight out the pound from a Mexican fellow
They prayed on my downfall kept saying I'd sell out
I came with the southpaw they clanging the bell loud
I stay with some outlaws they raising some hell now
On gang we gon count all this cake got the real round, bitch
Yeah bet I stay on it
This what I'm bout I stay on it
Yeah bet I stay on it
This what I'm bout I stay on it
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Hands up outta my bag
If you weren't down since day one
My bands up now I get paid
Finna lose my count don't say none
Your mans on minimum wage
Still come around try to hate on me
Stealing my clout no way homie
This what I'm bout I stay on it
Yeah bet I stay on it
This what I'm bout I stay on it
Yeah bet I stay on it
This what I'm bout I stay on it
Aye aye aye aye
Grind til I get that bankroll
Prolly gon sip some Faygo
All of you kids should stay home
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
My style really so fuego
I just might spend me some pesos
Then when I'm finished go make more
I walk in and I'm dripping with fashion
I want Benjamins in them elastics
All my friends are dead been on my sad shit
That's a rented Benz you think you splashing
Where the pint gonna pour up in Pineapple
Roll me a joint ima smoke til it's light out
They know bout the boy
They gon try take a bite out em
More than annoyed
When they find out there's fight in him
Lot of muhf*ckas wanna lie to me
Y'all don't know nothing why you tryna preach
All of that fronting I find it weak
Money keep coming no time to sleep
Running up numbers, I grind all week
Tryna bundle up hundreds, then I'm gon eat
Pull up to the function but we ain't speak
Yeah I'm done with the dumb shit no C-A-P
Hands up outta my bag
If you weren't down since day one
My bands up now I get paid
Finna lose my count don't say none
Your mans on minimum wage
Still come around try to hate on me
Stealing my clout no way homie
This what I'm bout I stay on it
This what I'm bout ima stay on it
Never had a doubt I remained on it
Shawty buss down put my name on it
Feeling like I scored a touchdown put some game on it
Stuck to my path never strayed off it
Double up a half tryna gain profit
Want the bucks put the cash in the bank balling
Dawg I had to cut down the grass there was snakes crawling
I be cutting off they heads with the hedge clippers
I don't gotta duck if em they dead give em lead livers
Got em jumping off the edge so it ends quicker
I am not out f*cking with the feds I was bred different
I'm the breadwinner bet I get ahead
Finna go and whip the Bentley and a sixty-seven Chev
You a dead ringer never get no cred
Yeah we know that shit a flex need to get your head correct
Breaking it down to molecular levels
They chasing me round so I wrestle with devils
Two eighths of an ounce that's my regular mellow
Come straight out the pound from a Mexican fellow
They prayed on my downfall kept saying I'd sell out
I came with the southpaw they clanging the bell loud
I stay with some outlaws they raising some hell now
On gang we gon count all this cake got the real round, bitch
Yeah bet I stay on it
This what I'm bout I stay on it
Yeah bet I stay on it
This what I'm bout I stay on it
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Writer: Andrew McDonald
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