Stay Down lyrics

[Chorus:]
Pull up in something looking like a ghost
I wipe that lil pus*y just like her nose
I keep her flexing let her drive the Rolls
I quick f*ck 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*ttin on n*ggas 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*cking all you n*gga hoes that's why you n*ggas mad
Like that HOV lane in Florida boy you need a pass
Drop back in that pocket and I throw my boy the pass
I don't need no running back he might fumble and make me mad
Stuff 500 thousand ones in a f*cking 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*ggas can have that
I loved reading growing up and I love me some math class
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 jewelry 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*gga
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*ggas
Hold up wait so I can go in on these n*ggas
[Chorus:]
Pull up in something looking like a ghost
I wipe that lil pus*y just like her nose
I keep her flexing let her drive the Rolls
I quick f*ck 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*ck with her
Bought that b*tch 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*gga all in the Forbes f*cking your b*tch on the floor
2 milli for the tour ain't trusting b*tches 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 pus*y f*ck it up
Bend over get wet 10 chains on my neck
Ima throw on that c*m 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 pus*y just like her nose
I keep her flexing let her drive the Rolls
I quick f*ck 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