Stay Down by FredRarrii Lyrics
[Intro: Bigga Rankin]
It takes money to go to war, young nigga
Cause for every nigga willing to die to get a bag
It's a nigga willing to kill you just to keep it
[?] young fly nigga from the bottom
Talk to 'em, Fararrii Fred
[Chorus: Fred Rarrii]
Getting money, getting checks
A cool hundred on my neck
The money long, pussy nigga money long
Yeah
I got the hittas in the front of the foreign
I got them hittas in the back of the foreign
Yeah the money long, pussy nigga money long
Yeah
Yeah
You know that [?] cirtified
About this YFN shit, we'd die
The money long, pussy nigga money long
[Verse 1: Fred Rarrii]
You know I stay down, from rats to insects, to better places now
From bread to syrup, we eating steak now
We eating steak now
Told my mama, baby girl, everything straight now
I want chains on my gang nigga, I want chains on my gang
They can give me a murder, I won't mention no name
Can you feel my pain?
Ready to die about these YFN chains
That's [?]
That's on my mama
I sware to god, I don't know what happened, your honor
Raise my right hand in the court room and lie
Before I tell on my niggas, I'll fry
[Chorus: Fred Rarrii]
Getting money, getting checks
A cool hundred on my neck
The money long, pussy nigga money long
Yeah
I got the hittas in the front of the foreign
I got them hittas in the back of the foreign
Yeah the money long, pussy nigga money long
Yeah
Yeah
You know that [?] cirtified
About this YFN shit, we'd die
The money long, pussy nigga money long
[Verse 2: Ball Greezy]
Back when I was fucked up, these hoes didn't check for me
Now I'm getting checked, ow these hoes want a check from me
I don't want your pussy, you can keep it, what that becky be?
Pull up in the projects in the foreign, now you texting me
Bitch you might catch a ellbo tryna get next to me
Back up off a real nigga, baby why you sweating me?
These fuck niggas be hating too, I guess that's what the paper do
Do something right with your life, that's when they start hating you
They love you when you're up and coming, diss you when you're doing numbers
The sad part bout it be the ones who really say they love you
Cause these niggas ain't friends, they don't wanna see me win
That's why I go harder than hard, and get it in
[Chorus: Fred Rarrii]
Getting money, getting checks
A cool hundred on my neck
The money long, pussy nigga money long
Yeah
I got the hittas in the front of the foreign
I got them hittas in the back of the foreign
Yeah the money long, pussy nigga money long
Yeah
Yeah
You know that [?] cirtified
About this YFN shit, we'd die
The money long, pussy nigga money long
It takes money to go to war, young nigga
Cause for every nigga willing to die to get a bag
It's a nigga willing to kill you just to keep it
[?] young fly nigga from the bottom
Talk to 'em, Fararrii Fred
[Chorus: Fred Rarrii]
Getting money, getting checks
A cool hundred on my neck
The money long, pussy nigga money long
Yeah
I got the hittas in the front of the foreign
I got them hittas in the back of the foreign
Yeah the money long, pussy nigga money long
Yeah
Yeah
You know that [?] cirtified
About this YFN shit, we'd die
The money long, pussy nigga money long
[Verse 1: Fred Rarrii]
You know I stay down, from rats to insects, to better places now
From bread to syrup, we eating steak now
We eating steak now
Told my mama, baby girl, everything straight now
I want chains on my gang nigga, I want chains on my gang
They can give me a murder, I won't mention no name
Can you feel my pain?
Ready to die about these YFN chains
That's [?]
That's on my mama
I sware to god, I don't know what happened, your honor
Raise my right hand in the court room and lie
Before I tell on my niggas, I'll fry
[Chorus: Fred Rarrii]
Getting money, getting checks
A cool hundred on my neck
The money long, pussy nigga money long
Yeah
I got the hittas in the front of the foreign
I got them hittas in the back of the foreign
Yeah the money long, pussy nigga money long
Yeah
Yeah
You know that [?] cirtified
About this YFN shit, we'd die
The money long, pussy nigga money long
[Verse 2: Ball Greezy]
Back when I was fucked up, these hoes didn't check for me
Now I'm getting checked, ow these hoes want a check from me
I don't want your pussy, you can keep it, what that becky be?
Pull up in the projects in the foreign, now you texting me
Bitch you might catch a ellbo tryna get next to me
Back up off a real nigga, baby why you sweating me?
These fuck niggas be hating too, I guess that's what the paper do
Do something right with your life, that's when they start hating you
They love you when you're up and coming, diss you when you're doing numbers
The sad part bout it be the ones who really say they love you
Cause these niggas ain't friends, they don't wanna see me win
That's why I go harder than hard, and get it in
[Chorus: Fred Rarrii]
Getting money, getting checks
A cool hundred on my neck
The money long, pussy nigga money long
Yeah
I got the hittas in the front of the foreign
I got them hittas in the back of the foreign
Yeah the money long, pussy nigga money long
Yeah
Yeah
You know that [?] cirtified
About this YFN shit, we'd die
The money long, pussy nigga money long