Song Cry
Rich Homie Quan
2:50Stayin' down, ran it up a mile (Ran it up a mile) Gettin' money like the only child (I love my mama) Go to jail, beat yo momma down I can't fuck with them, I know they kind Overtime what I been puttin' in for that paper No more more strugglin, grindin', Girl, I been sweatin' hard from that paper I been sippin' lean, fuckin' them baddies, and I been faithful, nigga Every time I hit the scene, Gotta be clean, and I gotta make a major statement They love to form against me 'cause I got weapons I told her fuck me like I gotta turn myself in I ate my first plate and I came back for seconds All of my niggas stick together like we X-Men Gun got two names, Smith & Wesson Grab a strap to hit it hard, I'ma get the FN Security ain't pat me down, Almost got the TEC in Fuck around and beat you down like I'm playin' Tekken All of these sacrifices I made were for me and you I'm in love with money, so it's hard to be with you I held it down, did my part, but you ain't hold your end And I know that bankroll get flimsy, But I won't fold nor bend, no (Rich Homie, baby) Stayin' down, ran it up a mile (Ran it up a mile) Gettin' money like the only child (I love my mama) Go to jail, beat yo momma down I can't fuck with them, I know they kind Overtime what I been puttin' in for that paper No more more strugglin, grindin', Girl, I been sweatin' hard from that paper I been sippin' lean, fuckin' them baddies, and I been faithful, nigga Every time I hit the scene, Gotta be clean, and I gotta make a major statement Remember hustlin' hard when i was small time No discrepancy on money, we like all kinds Suckin' dick too much fucked up your jawline We gotta stay equipped for when them cars chase Catch that boy in public, hit him broad day Trick him like them fishy boy, they all bait I can eat him plain, cooked, or sautéed Now, we eatin' shrimp mixed with lo mein They don't even know what I've been through Plus, I don't talk about it When we get to talkin' 'bout money They wanna talk around it 30 thousand to the shooter Now his shirt gotta stain Keeping that dirt off my name I never thought I'd make it out the hood, no Stayin' down, ran it up a mile (Ran it up a mile) Gettin' money like the only child (I love my mama) Go to jail, beat yo momma down I can't fuck with them, I know they kind Overtime what I been puttin' in for that paper No more more strugglin, grindin', Girl, I been sweatin' hard from that paper I been sippin' lean, fuckin' them baddies, and I been faithful, nigga Every time I hit the scene, Gotta be clean, and I gotta make a major statement