Status

Status
Millionaire status, I’m gettin’ paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gone come my way
Balance
Lost my balance but I’m okay
Countin’
Stackin’ my benjis everyday

Got a XO piece, aquare rocks
All my opps dead, I hope they rot
Chopper go chop-chop-chop
Before she fuck me, give me top, top, top
Clean the block, block, block
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop
How much money you got?
I told her “A lot, lot, lot”

Brown boy got the game on lock
Brown boy fuckin’ all these thots
Run up we gone pop, pop, pop
Brown boy ain’t never get got
Gucci on every sock
Got her suckin’ my cock, cock, cock
Got ice, talkin’ rock, rock, rock
Summertime need a drop, drop, drop
I’m scared of getting caught, caught, caught
Let ’em bleed out, he got shot
Lots of cameras on my block
If I get caught, I won’t talk
I know they wanna see me in a box
Pullover, then I take off
Cover my body with expensive cloth

Status
Millionaire status, I’m gettin’ paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gone come my way
Balance
Lost my balance but I’m okay
Countin’
Stackin’ my benjis everyday

Got a XO piece, aquare rocks
All my opps dead, I hope they rot
Chopper go chop-chop-chop
Before she fuck me, give me top, top, top
Clean the block, block, block
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop
How much money you got?
I told her “A lot, lot, lot”

I told her “A lot, lot, lot”
Can’t talk ’cause you might be the cops
Get the bird and I make this shit flock
I can make the bird do the worm out the pot
Fuckin’ your bitch, I secure my spot
Got a Bentley with the frog eyes, hop, hop, hop
Woah, come on now, why would I stop?
I kicked the bitch to the curb, yeah
When I was ridin’ on the block
Let’s go, that girl she a nat, nat, yeah
I need a fly swatter, swatter
She like the way I’m mixin’ up my rocks
The diamonds hit, leave a mirage
The Rollie don’t ever tick-tock
My sections don’t never um, flop, yeah
1-9-4-2, yeah
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot
Yeah, he was talkin’ shit, then he got shot
Them bullets went through him, they hot
He leakin’, that boy need a mop
That Glock hit, don’t miss, got a dot
I sold over, so how I could flop?
She keep speakin’, that bitch she a thot

Status
Millionaire status, I’m gettin’ paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gone come my way
Balance
Lost my balance but I’m okay
Countin’
Stackin’ my benjis everyday

Got a XO piece, aquare rocks
All my opps dead, I hope they rot
Chopper go chop-chop-chop
Before she fuck me, give me top, top, top
Clean the block, block, block
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop
How much money you got?
I told her “A lot, lot, lot”

nav good intentions

Status Lyrics

Good Intentions (Album):

1- Good Intentions (Intro)
2- No Debate (Ft. Young Thug)
3- My Business (Ft. Future)
4- Turks by NAV & Gunna (Ft. Travis Scott)
5- Brown Boy (Good Intentions)
6- Status (Ft. Lil Uzi Vert)
7- Codeine (Ft. Gunna)
8- Saint Laurenttt
9- Coast to Coast
10- Run It Up (Ft. Pop Smoke)
11- Spend It (Ft. Young Thug)
12- Recap (Ft. Don Toliver)
13- She Hurtin
14- Overdose
15- Did You Wrong
16- My Space
17- No Ice (Ft. Lil Durk)
18- Proud of Me?