Stay Down

[Chorus:] Pull up in something looking like a ghost I wipe that lil pussy just like her nose I keep her flexing let her drive the Rolls I quick fuck 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 shittin on niggas 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 Fucking all you nigga hoes that's why you niggas 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 fucking 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas Hold up wait so I can go in on these niggas [Chorus:] Pull up in something looking like a ghost I wipe that lil pussy just like her nose I keep her flexing let her drive the Rolls I quick fuck 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 fuck with her Bought that bitch a Mazi cost 250 I was counting up them bands they was sleeping on me Magic City throw 100 me and Rich Homie Rich nigga all in the Forbes fucking your bitch on the floor 2 milli for the tour ain't trusting bitches 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 pussy fuck 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 pussy just like her nose I keep her flexing let her drive the Rolls I quick fuck 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