Stand Up

[Intro]
(Doe Boy, how you make this?)

[Chorus: Iamsu!]
Baby, you a star, get somebody camera
You ain't gotta worry, everything is handled
All this money on me, I done got my bands up
Let me see you really get into it, stand up
Yeah, that's just how I feel
I don't sip unless it's sealed
I'm two hundred, yeah, too real

[Verse: ZayBang]
Look, ayy
I swear to God, I'm too real for some fake shit
And I don't need no nigga with me when I lane switch
I seen my first twenty thou' and bought eight blicks
And did that nigga for the free, we don't do paid hits, nigga
Now I got my bag up, so I could take trips
I'm with a bad model bitch who like to take pics
It's Beno Wrld for the denim if you peep drip
Why would I pay for some security if I keep stick?
It's hеlla money in the room, thesе niggas plottin' on me
I paid forty for this chain, yeah, I got it on me
And if you heard him speakin' down, he probably not the homie
And we ain't into throwin' hands, nigga, rockets only
Can't believe the bitch said she got some bands, I'ma need that
A sucker died, them niggas slid through his repast
You tryna spend twenty dollars with your cheap ass
Wonder why I ain't pickin' up the phone, 'cause I don't need that
A sucker slid on my lil' brother, but we creeped back
How you talkin' like you smoke 'za and bought a cheap pack?
And you could really have my old bitch with her weak ass
My new bitch raw, I swear to God, you know my bitch bad, like, ayy

[Chorus: Iamsu!]
Baby, you a star, get somebody camera
You ain't gotta worry, everything is handled
All this money on me, I done got my bands up
Let me see you really get into it, stand up
Yeah, that's just how I feel
I don't sip unless it's sealed
I'm two hundred, yeah, too real