The Game, B.o.B, Wiz Khalifa - Standing On A Corner lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Game, B.o.B, Wiz Khalifa - Standing On A Corner lyrics]
Big blunts in the air, I don't even care
Spilling Ace of Spades on my all white airs
Stuntin in my J’s
I got every pair, they put out since ’85
Cus a nigga bout his gear
Hoes all up in my ear, cause im stylin’
Try to go bottle for bottle with us
Can’t do it, money we runnin through us
So competition throw the towel in
We over here, with fireworks up in the air
Bitches with good hair
Cause you know we about to spark
Bobby Ray just walked in, Wiz about to park
The party bout to start
Jewellery glowing in the dark
We got all these bitches wet
Skylar Diggins from the arc
And you know your boy is sharp
Cause she in my bed
I tell her take her clothes off
And open her legs
And keep them Louboutins on
When she giving head
Cus you already know my favorite colour RED!
Im gettin bread while im
Standing on the corner washing my lolo
I got my dime in the crib, ironin' my Polo
Soon as your boy hit the streets
You know that I’m clean
So fresh and so clean
Outkast know what I mean
I throw that Andre 3000, one in the changer
And I don't ride through the hood
With out one in the chamber
You know I used to broke but
Now nigga I'm getting it
As I roll up up
I sit back and laugh in amazement
As how this all started in
The bottom of a basement
Back when I got started
Nigga say "your shit is basic"
Now when you mention me
You must say Grammy nominated
All these haters drunk of hate
They basically wasted
Call a cab for these niggas
Cause they ain't gon make it
Can somebody please tell me just
Where Bobby Ray is
Well he’s prolly faded, prolly in a spaceship
Prolly outside of his mind
Cus you know he crazy
But I kind of dig his style
It's pretty contagious
Man them groupies prolly doing him
All kind of favors
I mean, it’s gotta be absolutely outrageous
Well, I couldn’t tell you what it is
More people tell me that they down
The bigger that I get
But I just keep doing my thang
Cruise control in my own lane
And let these suckas complain
I'm standing on the corner
Watching the world go
I got my dime in the crib
Rollin' up that dojo
Soon as your boy hit the
Stage you know the screaming
Its that pandemonium, if you know what I mean
I throw that Eastside up, welcome to Decatur
And on the Westside, I hit the homie Game up
I used to be unknown
Now the niggas listening
Big money talk, big joint to spark
These Jordans on my feet
That’s how big money walk
Shorty give me head
Like she don’t need body parts
Running my city like the King of New York
Popping champagne, hit him with the cork
Eating so good, nigga need a fork
And I ball hard, nigga need a court
The way lil mama give me brain
I swear she must have been a dork
Duh! You know me I keep one rolled up
Smoking with my bitch from overseas
Where my Porsche from
And these hating niggas get no love
I be rolling weed, getting rich
Fucking they bitch
Letting you spend all of your M
You send her on trips
I meet her there, you know
Cuase you smell the weed in her hair
You worried bout me cause
We keeping it player, instead you failed
Treated her fair, don’t need to look
She in the air
Standing on the corner, talking that shit
You ain’t really saying nothing
Just hating on pimpin'
Every time i’m in my car
I’m smoking that green
Even though this real life
It's like a movie scene
I ain’t in the club, if I don't blaze up
It don’t matter where I go
I’m throwing my gang up
Nobody used to know me but but
Now a nigga famous, now a nigga famous
Spilling Ace of Spades on my all white airs
Stuntin in my J’s
I got every pair, they put out since ’85
Cus a nigga bout his gear
Hoes all up in my ear, cause im stylin’
Try to go bottle for bottle with us
Can’t do it, money we runnin through us
So competition throw the towel in
We over here, with fireworks up in the air
Bitches with good hair
Cause you know we about to spark
Bobby Ray just walked in, Wiz about to park
The party bout to start
Jewellery glowing in the dark
We got all these bitches wet
Skylar Diggins from the arc
And you know your boy is sharp
Cause she in my bed
I tell her take her clothes off
And open her legs
And keep them Louboutins on
When she giving head
Cus you already know my favorite colour RED!
Im gettin bread while im
Standing on the corner washing my lolo
I got my dime in the crib, ironin' my Polo
Soon as your boy hit the streets
You know that I’m clean
So fresh and so clean
Outkast know what I mean
I throw that Andre 3000, one in the changer
And I don't ride through the hood
With out one in the chamber
You know I used to broke but
Now nigga I'm getting it
As I roll up up
I sit back and laugh in amazement
As how this all started in
The bottom of a basement
Back when I got started
Nigga say "your shit is basic"
Now when you mention me
You must say Grammy nominated
All these haters drunk of hate
They basically wasted
Call a cab for these niggas
Cause they ain't gon make it
Can somebody please tell me just
Where Bobby Ray is
Well he’s prolly faded, prolly in a spaceship
Prolly outside of his mind
Cus you know he crazy
But I kind of dig his style
It's pretty contagious
Man them groupies prolly doing him
All kind of favors
I mean, it’s gotta be absolutely outrageous
Well, I couldn’t tell you what it is
More people tell me that they down
The bigger that I get
But I just keep doing my thang
Cruise control in my own lane
And let these suckas complain
I'm standing on the corner
Watching the world go
I got my dime in the crib
Rollin' up that dojo
Soon as your boy hit the
Stage you know the screaming
Its that pandemonium, if you know what I mean
I throw that Eastside up, welcome to Decatur
And on the Westside, I hit the homie Game up
I used to be unknown
Now the niggas listening
Big money talk, big joint to spark
These Jordans on my feet
That’s how big money walk
Shorty give me head
Like she don’t need body parts
Running my city like the King of New York
Popping champagne, hit him with the cork
Eating so good, nigga need a fork
And I ball hard, nigga need a court
The way lil mama give me brain
I swear she must have been a dork
Duh! You know me I keep one rolled up
Smoking with my bitch from overseas
Where my Porsche from
And these hating niggas get no love
I be rolling weed, getting rich
Fucking they bitch
Letting you spend all of your M
You send her on trips
I meet her there, you know
Cuase you smell the weed in her hair
You worried bout me cause
We keeping it player, instead you failed
Treated her fair, don’t need to look
She in the air
Standing on the corner, talking that shit
You ain’t really saying nothing
Just hating on pimpin'
Every time i’m in my car
I’m smoking that green
Even though this real life
It's like a movie scene
I ain’t in the club, if I don't blaze up
It don’t matter where I go
I’m throwing my gang up
Nobody used to know me but but
Now a nigga famous, now a nigga famous