Stayin Down - HoodRich Pablo Juan

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

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

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

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

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