Rich Homie Quan - Stay Down lyrics

Pull up in something looking like a ghost I wipe that lil p**y just like her nose I keep her flexing let her drive the Rolls I quick f** her 'cause I gotta go She know I want that money, want that dough I be high baby keep it on the low All your Louie V luggage girl I would tote Since you stayed down had to make this one for you I be sh**tin' on n***as I need a Pamper Shout out all my DJ's rest in peace to Nando Shout out Florida, shout out to Miami, shout out to Orlando And ain't one thing that a Rich Homie can't do f**ing all you n***a hoes that's why you n***as mad Like that HOV lane in Florida boy you need a pa** Drop back in that pocket and I throw my boy the pa** I don't need no running back he might fumble and make me mad Stuff 500 thousand ones in a f**ing trash bag He threw a thousand in the club now that's something to laugh at 10 thousand for a juug I don't want it y'all n***as can have that I loved reading growing up and I love me some math cla** She caught a Uber to my house but had to catch a cab back So many rooms in my house I need me a lil nanny She wanna do me I got wood for her like a ball bat All this money that I got if I ain't rich what do you call that I want that money that j**elry I want all that If you ain't talking 'bout money I'm gon' ignore that Ignore you you ain't talking about what you supposed to n***a Pull up in a old school, you snubbed me in high school so therefore I owe you Mach five pull up the pro tools so I can go in on these n***as Hold up wait so I can go in on these n***as Pull up in something looking like a ghost I wipe that lil' p**y just like her nose I keep her flexing let her drive the Rolls I quick f** her 'cause I gotta go She know I want that money, want that dough I be high baby keep it on the low All your Louie V luggage girl I would tote Since you stayed down had to make this one for you Shawty stayed down so I f** with her Bought that b**h a Mazi cost two fifty I was counting up them bands they was sleeping on me Magic City throw 100 me and Rich Homie Rich n***a all in the Forbes f**ing your b**h on the floor Two milli for the tour ain't trusting b**hes no more I was capping, in Givenchy with Chanel shoes I'm in love with the money I can't cheat on you Tear it up get up in the p**y f** it up Bend over get wet, 10 chains on my neck I'mma throw on that cum she gon' choke, I'mma go, gotta hit her in her throat And I did this one for you I'mma tell the truth Riding 'round going crazy I done bought the coupe Got a silly foreign thing looking for the roof Riding down Melrose looking for the juice