Status (Feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Chorus: NAV Status Status Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid Baddest Baddest bitches gon' come my way Balance Yeah Lost my balance, but I'm okay I'm okay Countin' Stackin' my benjis every day Post-Chorus: NAV Got an XO piece, square rocks Rocks All my opps dead, I hope they rot Rot Chopper go chop-chop-chop Brr 'Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top Top Clean the block, block, block Block My shooter got a mop, mop, mop Pop, pop How much money you got You got I told her a lot, lot, lot A lot Verse 1: NAV Brown boy got the game on lock On lock Brown boy fuckin' all these thots Thots Run up, we gon' pop, pop, pop Pop, pop Brown boy ain't never get got Yeah Gucci on every sock On sock Got her suckin' my cock, cock, cock My cock Got ice, talkin' rock, rock, rocks Rocks Summertime, need a drop, drop, drop Skrrt I'm scared of gettin' caught, caught, caught Caught Let him bleed out, he got shot Shot Lots of cameras on my block Block If I get caught, I won't talk Talk I know they wanna see me in a box Box Pull over, then I take off Off Cover my body with expensive cloth Cloth Chorus: NAV Status Status Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid Baddest Baddest bitches gon' come my way Balance Yeah Lost my balance, but I'm okay I'm okay Countin' Stackin' my benjis every day Post-Chorus: NAV Got an XO piece, square rocks Rocks All my opps dead, I hope they rot Rot Chopper go chop-chop-chop Brr 'Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top Top Clean the block, block, block Block My shooter got a mop, mop, mop Pop, pop How much money you got You got I told her a lot, lot, lot A lot Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert I told her a lot, lot, lot Lot, lot Can't talk 'cause you might be the cops What Get the bird and I make this shit flock Brr I can make the bird do the worm out the pot Woo Fuckin' on your bitch, I secure my spot Spot, spot Got a Bentley with the frog eyes, hop, hop, hop Skrrt Woah, come on now, why would I stop Yeah Woah I kicked the bitch to the curb, yeah Curb When I was ridin' on the block, uh Let's go That girl, she a nat-nat, yeah Nat I need a fly swat, swat, uh Swat, swat She like the way I'm mixin' up my rocks, yeah Woah The diamonds hit, leave a mirage, yeah Woah The Rollie don't ever tick-tock, yeah My sections don't never, um, flop, yeah One-nine-four-two, yeah Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, yeah He talkin' shit, then he got shot Brr Them bullets went through him, they hot Hot He leakin', that boy need a mop Mop That Glock, it don't miss, got a dot Woo I sold over, so how could I flop Yeah She keep speakin', that bitch, she a thot Thot, woah Chorus: NAV Status Status Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid Baddest Baddest bitches gon' come my way Balance Yeah Lost my balance, but I'm okay I'm okay Countin' Stackin' my benjis every day Post-Chorus: NAV Got an XO piece, square rocks Rocks All my opps dead, I hope they rot Rot Chopper go chop-chop-chop Brr 'Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top Top Clean the block, block, block Block My shooter got a mop, mop, mop Pop, pop How much money you got You got I told her a lot, lot, lot A lot