Juggman Rico - Stan Smiths lyrics

[PRE-VERSE] I go to sleep with money on my mind Wake up, still the same, my money up 'Cause b**h I'm on the grind Yet I'm still the same, she tell me that I'm runnin' through her mind I don't feel the same 'cause she a stupid b**h [VERSE 1] Say she like my moves, Stan Smith be the shoes Your girl send me nudes, tell that b**h I'm cool Your shawty wet no pool, she want that train that choo choo I need a b**h like new new, my wrist is froze it's too blue I'm trynna cop that new coupe, why they hate on me? Always stay lowkey, run your bands up Don't listen to them n***as, wanna talk then put your hands up Your b**h done went ghost on you, she text me say I'm handsome Do it cause I can, uh, they talk 'bout propaganda 'Cause they can't understand us, f** some proper grammar Your b**h like my lingo, I got three ho's like I'm Santa She Childish like Gambino, she won't even get an answer Yuh! b**h, I'm drippin', don't you slip I be stickin' to the script She ain't strippin, then I dip Keep it on the lows, my mind be on the dough Got your b**h on go, trynna roll Yeah, you know I had to She think I'm a bad dude Treat her like some fries, she on the side, like some fast food Pa** it to my n***a, cause I know he want some a** too n***as think they nice, I do not see you with your wack crew I don't need no ice, I still shine like a limelight, my rhymes tight Creep up on me, see you from my hindsight I'm like Mike 'Cause I ball, I be like a flying kite n***a you can't reach me, but I know you see me, she gave me head no beanie, I'm bout my bread panini I don't need her but she need me