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Stayin' Down

 

Stayin' Down

(albüm: Designer Drugz - 2015)


[Hook:]
Count it fast, I'm the money counter
Bricks piling to a Stone Mountain
Old school filled up with flannel
I don't drive or get a [?]
Fifty bricks, four hundred pounds
Break it all down to quarter-pounds
They paying more on the north side
Selling them bricks to Clayton County
I don't need nann nigga around me
Chopper gonna hold a hundred rounds
Shoot like I'm from New Orleans
Houston, we got a problem, man down
Stomp out your nigga for laying them down
Staying down
Give my young nigga the OG pound
Now they staying down

Had a young nigga surround
You and your round with a thousand rounds
Cut through the front and the backend
I paid him the front and the backend
That [?] I told him that second
I'm calling the plays, I'm the captain
Piping all of these niggas' napkins
We know where they pack it: in the sacks and
Young nigga, kung-fu, full court pressing
While relaxing at the Westin
That's what you get for second guessing
I'm a rock star like Elvis Presley
Pipe your rocket, finna pack your watches
Did you see what I stepped in?
Thirteen hundred for new Givenchy
I'll hide up in this mansion
You cannot find these on the shelf or at Phipps
I'm on the cruise, I'm getting a sip
Told your baby momma catch the skurt
Then I might let her lick the tip
Trap out the house with them bricks
I'ma reward you for your wrist
They wanna fuck so bad
I ain't high to get a little bit [?]

[Hook]

Paper cuts in my hand
Counting the cash too fast
I trap and I dab, they jacking my swag
Little bitch just had to ask
"Where you stashing your cash?"
Huh? I gave her a pat
She had too much ass, damn
I used to trap out with them bags
Till they kicked my door with the tags
Now I'm like the Wizard of Oz
Follow the yellow brick road
Sell a quarter-pounder just like McDonald's
All will be sold
I got real migos
They pull up with the truckload
Give you a buck with fifty keys
We could call that a piano
Alfredo, just save the bottle
Feel like Tony Soprano
Plug give me anything I could handle
Put the dope in the [?] on Candler
I got the white girl like I'm Deion Sanders
Break the brick down, serving the panhandle

[Hook]

Count it fast, I'm the money counter...
Old school filled up with flannel...
Fifty bricks, four hundred pounds
Break it all down to quarter-pounds
They paying more on the north side...
I don't need nann nigga around me...
Shoot like I'm from New Orleans
Houston, we got a problem, man down...
Staying down...
Now they staying down

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