| Count it fast, I’m the money counter
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| Bricks piling to a Stone Mountain
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| Old school filled up with flannel
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| I don’t drive or get a
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| Fifty bricks, four hundred pounds
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| Break it all down to quarter-pounds
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| They paying more on the north side
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| Selling them bricks to Clayton County
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| I don’t need nann nigga around me
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| Chopper gonna hold a hundred rounds
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| Shoot like I’m from New Orleans
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| Houston, we got a problem, man down
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| Stomp out your nigga for laying them down
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| Staying down
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| Give my young nigga the OG pound
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| Now they staying down
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| Had a young nigga surround
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| You and your round with a thousand rounds
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| Cut through the front and the backend
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| I paid him the front and the backend
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| That I told him that second
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| I’m calling the plays, I’m the captain
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| Piping all of these niggas' napkins
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| We know where they pack it: in the sacks and
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| Young nigga, kung-fu, full court pressing
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| While relaxing at the Westin
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| That’s what you get for second guessing
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| I’m a rock star like Elvis Presley
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| Pipe your rocket, finna pack your watches
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| Did you see what I stepped in?
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| Thirteen hundred for new Givenchy
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| I’ll hide up in this mansion
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| You cannot find these on the shelf or at Phipps
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| I’m on the cruise, I’m getting a sip
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| Told your baby momma catch the skurt
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| Then I might let her lick the tip
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| Trap out the house with them bricks
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| I’ma reward you for your wrist
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| They wanna fuck so bad
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| I ain’t high to get a little bit
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| Count it fast, I’m the money counter
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| Bricks piling to a Stone Mountain
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| Old school filled up with flannel
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| I don’t drive or get a
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| Fifty bricks, four hundred pounds
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| Break it all down to quarter-pounds
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| They paying more on the north side
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| Selling them bricks to Clayton County
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| I don’t need nann nigga around me
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| Chopper gonna hold a hundred rounds
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| Shoot like I’m from New Orleans
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| Houston, we got a problem, man down
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| Stomp out your nigga for laying them down
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| Staying down
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| Give my young nigga the OG pound
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| Now they staying down
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| Paper cuts in my hand
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| Counting the cash too fast
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| I trap and I dab, they jacking my swag
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| Little bitch just had to ask
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| «Where you stashing your cash?»
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| Huh? |
| I gave her a pat
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| She had too much ass, damn
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| I used to trap out with them bags
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| Till they kicked my door with the tags
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| Now I’m like the Wizard of Oz
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| Follow the yellow brick road
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| Sell a quarter-pounder just like McDonald’s
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| All will be sold
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| I got real migos
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| They pull up with the truckload
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| Give you a buck with fifty keys
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| We could call that a piano
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| Alfredo, just save the bottle
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| Feel like Tony Soprano
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| Plug give me anything I could handle
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| Put the dope in the on Candler
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| I got the white girl like I’m Deion Sanders
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| Break the brick down, serving the panhandle
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| Count it fast, I’m the money counter
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| Bricks piling to a Stone Mountain
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| Old school filled up with flannel
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| I don’t drive or get a
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| Fifty bricks, four hundred pounds
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| Break it all down to quarter-pounds
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| They paying more on the north side
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| Selling them bricks to Clayton County
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| I don’t need nann nigga around me
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| Chopper gonna hold a hundred rounds
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| Shoot like I’m from New Orleans
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| Houston, we got a problem, man down
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| Stomp out your nigga for laying them down
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| Staying down
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| Give my young nigga the OG pound
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| Now they staying down
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| Count it fast, I’m the money counter…
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| Old school filled up with flannel…
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| Fifty bricks, four hundred pounds
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| Break it all down to quarter-pounds
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| They paying more on the north side…
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| I don’t need nann nigga around me…
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| Shoot like I’m from New Orleans
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| Houston, we got a problem, man down…
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| Staying down…
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| Now they staying down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stayin Down , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Song from the album Designer Drugz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп