[Part 1]

Yeah! Check! Check!

[Verse 1]

Motherfuckers all want money (money!)

Gold chains all on me (bling!)

Roses dead it's too sunny (Blap blap!)

Block got hot call for me (Brrrrt!)

After party for the night (night!)

Party favors back to life

Baby boy blues

Play them night show tunes, uh

Recap, recap, this that new crack

Net my new trap, swag get snap-backed

Tell boys fall back, might get pitch-blacked

Flat-line, Kodak, take pic, throwback

Check my chinos, they got c-notes

From my ninos, drip like 3 boats

New chain so gross, and i got dos

Used to bum smokes, Now I

[Chorus]

Stay down, Stay down

Stay down, Stay down

If I die tonight, would I be your favorite rapper?

If I die tonight, would I be your, be your, be your, be your

You got braces, and you talk shit

Brand new faces, make me nauseous

Take a day trip, let's get lost bitch

We got money now, for this fuck shit

[Verse 2]

House with a fence if you white like the paint

Burbs summer burn from a beach in L.A

Hollywood hills make a movie in a day

Hollywood hills get a million a day

We want O.D. off the fame

You ain't no reason for me to want to change

All of y'all seasonal names

I pay for the spring but you gone when it's May

When I get rich Imma pay for my friends

Buy me a coupe we can skrt in the ends

Cop me a spaceship, we roll with the tints

Diamonds is dancing, ballet on my wrist

Red palette my flavor, my makeup this shit

Imma be famous can't make up this shit

Born to be blonde, need new hair like a bitch

I'm more Rihanna than 'Pac, baby sis

Ain't gon' stop 'til my kids can get rich

[Chorus]

Stay down, Stay down

Stay down, Stay down

If I die tonight, would I be your favorite rapper?

If I die tonight, would I be your, be your, be your, be your

You got braces, and you talk shit

Brand new faces, make me nauseous

Take a day trip, let's get lost bitch

We got money now, for this fuck shit

(Stay down)

[Part 2]

Look

Motherfuckers wanna cry

Tell me whats good up on your side

You ain't been around

Why you always wanna, wanna cry?

Tell me whats good up on your side

You ain't been around

Why you, why you

Baby boy, why you ain't got a place yet?

Baby boy, why you still ain't make it?

Baby boy, why you always wanna fake shit?

Baby boy, why you, why you, uh

Still here, still lost, but still I'm go

On ten, make ten, boy I miss my friends

Rapper, singer, and I know my temp

Hot then, cold now, boy I

Got time for the money now, I gotta go get it

I hear my next tale chirp, brrrt! and I dip with it

I secure the bag for these leaches and I'll spend it on a pendant

I don't want no deal, bitch I stay independent

What a god damn yeah, what a mess I've made

This summer was so real that I almost stayed

Oh shit, wait, I did and let a best friend down

I ain't been the same since, dog I almost drowned

Step back with it, hit the euro step pivot

Oh, I got a money counter critic

She same I'm the shit, listen

My pesos a bit different

My family got sneak disses

I got pay back with the interest, my life sucks, uh

Hate parties cause I ain't got shit to say or show

Fuck a "how's college?" ass bitch, you know that they know

Had a couple breakdowns, for homies that been dead to me

But why should motherfuckers even want to cry?