Cashus Tre' - Stay Down Lyrics

Stay down
Till I come up
Working hard
Till the sun up
When you down
They won't help you up
I was always taught
Keep my weapon tucked
Give af bout these niggas
Tryna run it up
If that bitch make a mess
She gone suck it up
My heart full of pain
Nigga pour me up
These niggas can't hang
So hating us

Chasing a bag
Tryna run it up
Hop in a jag
They ain't stopping nun
All bout my money
Nigga count me up
I cannot fw these bitches
I just wanna f*ck Up some digits yea

100s and 100s
And 50s
Nigga hungry for some millions
Nigga tryna get some paper
Nigga tryna get rich
I ain't have shit
Unless we counting struggle and hustle
All this pain
Pour a 4 liter
Nigga try play
We got 40s for creepers
Extensions for snitches
We cannot talk
Unless we talking business
My circle so small
I'm feeling independent
These bitches believe me
Like I'm a religion
These niggas be hating
Like it was a tradition
Counting this money
Like I'm taking attendance
Vvs diamond ring
Now I'm dripping
Pouring promethazine
Now I'm sipping
30 magazine
Ain't no slipping
Red dot beam
Ain't no missing
Keep me a 9
Like I'm romo
Catch him sliding
When he solo
Nigga want no smoke
Hop out a 4 door
Take shots like a photo
Get taxed for it all
We ain't running no bogo
Jump in the masi
Doing the dash
Sipping and geekin
I hope I don't crash
These niggas is bitches
These bitches ain't shit
If he flexing
Turn his ass to a lick
Draco on me
Gotta brace for the kick
Pouring medicine
You'll think that I'm sick
Finger f*ck a check
Might make a flick
Don't play games
Like I stay on the bench
Niggas faking
I know they gone switch
Try to play me
Get found in a ditch
Money maker
Live life like Ima Mitch
Windows down
Gotta let out the stench (Deep voice )

Sipping and swerving
Got yo bitch lurking
Hit a lick
He telling for certain
Start saying time
He start getting nervous
If he want smoke
We pull up in surburbans
Closed casket
Closed curtains
If he want beef
It's a f*ck nigga fee
Mind on a million
Can't do nun for free
Stack it and save it
Or stack it and blow
Real greasy
Play the game how it go
Life a gamble
You draw you gone fold
Burn a nigga
Like a eye on a stove
Keep a heater
Cause these streets getting cold
My Brothas with me
Gone stick to the code
Solid get violent
I know they gone ride
A1 since day 1
Ain't no switching sides
30 round clip
And I up from the side
He said that he having
But I know that he lied
Pay the plug
Then I go pay my tithes
Run it up
Run it up
Stack it
Stack it
Watch it fall
All I wanted
To do was ball
If I need cash
Make a brick out the wall
Up in the Gucci store
Might buy it all
All these niggas
Ain't my niggas
No new friends
Cause these nigga pretenders
They turn into bitches
Like they switching genders
I got what they want
I feel like a vendor
Distance my self
Cause these niggas is tender
I'm tryna drive foreigns
But not as renter
Keep it 100
Just keep it a buck
F*ck all these niggas
Let me run it up