Stay Down (feat. Booga Luxci)
Baby girl I gotta get it
Can't lose focus 'bout these millions
Pray The Lord stay wit me
Can you stay down 'till we winnin'?
Can you stay down 'till we winnin'?
Can you stay down 'till we winnin'?
Yea
Sorry I did when I did ya
But I was just bein' a nigga
I'm sorry I did when I did ya
I was just bein' a nigga
Chasin' this money got caught in this life
I wasn't in love with these bitches
I know you cry 'bout me
I know you wonder if a nigga ever gone get it
Tunnel vision for them digits, gotta go my palms itchin'
When I fought that jam, bae you was there
Deep thoughts when I was in that cell
These bitches want me baby, I don't care
Fuck 'em all, send 'em straight to hell
Baby girl I gotta get it
Can't lose focus 'bout these millions
Pray The Lord stay wit me
And you stay down 'till we winnin'
Can you stay down 'till we winnin'?
No, I wasn't in love with them bitches bae
Fuck all that shit that ya friends would say
Imma be the man like any day
Ruth Chris for ya dinner date
It was Ramen Noodle, now it's plenty steak
If they play with you, then imma get 'em straight
Imma push the 'Rari, you can push the Wraith
Be ya protector baby and explore ya body like inspectors baby
I love how ya sex me baby, on swole every time ya naked baby
Peep how I'm flexin', they know that I'm checkin'
They say that I'm reckless baby
Idgaf, I just run it up, so fuck all that stressin' baby
You my luh boo in the cut and I can't get enough
I won't push the second baby
I'll hold you down, if you do the same
Now get this infection baby
I know you never gone change and that's why they mad
Say we bring that pressure baby
She wanna fuck and she wanna suck
But no they can't measure baby
I'm sorry I did when I did ya
I was just bein' a nigga
Chasin' this money got caught in this life
I wasn't in love with these bitches
I know you cry 'bout me
I know you wonder if a nigga ever gone get it
Tunnel vision for them digits, gotta go my palms itchin'
When I fought that jam, bae you was there
Deep thoughts when I was in that cell
These bitches want me baby, I don't care
Fuck 'em all, send 'em straight to hell
Baby girl I gotta get it
Can't lose focus 'bout these millions
Pray The Lord stay wit me
And you stay down 'till we winnin'
Can't lose focus 'bout these millions
Pray The Lord stay wit me
Can you stay down 'till we winnin'?
Can you stay down 'till we winnin'?
Can you stay down 'till we winnin'?
Yea
Sorry I did when I did ya
But I was just bein' a nigga
I'm sorry I did when I did ya
I was just bein' a nigga
Chasin' this money got caught in this life
I wasn't in love with these bitches
I know you cry 'bout me
I know you wonder if a nigga ever gone get it
Tunnel vision for them digits, gotta go my palms itchin'
When I fought that jam, bae you was there
Deep thoughts when I was in that cell
These bitches want me baby, I don't care
Fuck 'em all, send 'em straight to hell
Baby girl I gotta get it
Can't lose focus 'bout these millions
Pray The Lord stay wit me
And you stay down 'till we winnin'
Can you stay down 'till we winnin'?
No, I wasn't in love with them bitches bae
Fuck all that shit that ya friends would say
Imma be the man like any day
Ruth Chris for ya dinner date
It was Ramen Noodle, now it's plenty steak
If they play with you, then imma get 'em straight
Imma push the 'Rari, you can push the Wraith
Be ya protector baby and explore ya body like inspectors baby
I love how ya sex me baby, on swole every time ya naked baby
Peep how I'm flexin', they know that I'm checkin'
They say that I'm reckless baby
Idgaf, I just run it up, so fuck all that stressin' baby
You my luh boo in the cut and I can't get enough
I won't push the second baby
I'll hold you down, if you do the same
Now get this infection baby
I know you never gone change and that's why they mad
Say we bring that pressure baby
She wanna fuck and she wanna suck
But no they can't measure baby
I'm sorry I did when I did ya
I was just bein' a nigga
Chasin' this money got caught in this life
I wasn't in love with these bitches
I know you cry 'bout me
I know you wonder if a nigga ever gone get it
Tunnel vision for them digits, gotta go my palms itchin'
When I fought that jam, bae you was there
Deep thoughts when I was in that cell
These bitches want me baby, I don't care
Fuck 'em all, send 'em straight to hell
Baby girl I gotta get it
Can't lose focus 'bout these millions
Pray The Lord stay wit me
And you stay down 'till we winnin'
Credits
Writer(s): Frederick Mccarthy, Mccarthy
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