Nav – Status (ft. Lil Uzi Vert) (Audio, Lyrics)

Date 2020-05-12

Category Lyrics, New Music

Listen, Buy, Stream, Mp3 Download and read the lyrics to “Status” by Nav featuring Lil Uzi Vert. The song was co-produced by Cash (XO), Keanu Beats & Pro Logic.

Nav Status

Nav Status

NAV has been dropping a ton of music over the last few years and after every album, the artist from Toronto reveals just a bit more about himself each time. He started off as the artist who never showed his face in interviews but now, he is finally embracing fame and improving his craft, with every project.

Just yesterday, NAV dropped off his new album Good Intentions which contains features from some of hip-hop’s finest, including none other than Lil Uzi Vert. The two have dropped numerous collabs in the past and on “Status,” we see the two flexing and trading bars about women and getting money.

Nav – Status (ft. Lil Uzi Vert) (prod. Cash (XO), Keanu Beats & Pro Logic)

Lyrics

[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)

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