Rich The Kid - Stay Down lyrics

[Chorus:] 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 [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] I be sh**tin on n***as I need a pamper Shout out all my DJs 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 über 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 about 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 5 pull up the protools so I can go in on these n***as Hold up wait so I can go in on these n***as [Chorus:] 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 [Verse 2: Rich the Kid] Shawty stayed down so I f** with her Bought that b**h a Mazi cost 250 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 2 milli for the tour ain't trusting b**hes no more I was capping, itching, fitching 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 Ima throw on that cum she gon choke gotta hit her in her throat And I did this one for you Ima tell the truth Riding round going crazy I done bought the coupe Got a ceiling foreign thing looking for the roof Riding down Melrose looking for the juice [Chorus:] 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