LUH GB - GOING DOWN AS A GREAT (feat. Luh Mike) Lyrics

I thought I needed love, I ain't never needed love
All I need is 100's, them pink 50's and them f*ckin' 20's
I threw my heart up in the trash, it's time to run it up
I gotta hop up in my bag, it's time to go chase them bucks

Like, nigga, let's get to it
When I sit back and write my songs, I put pain in my music
And I keep takin' all these drugs, hopin' I don't abuse it
And I ain't playin' games no more, lil' baby, yeah, you foolish

Uh, uh, pull up shootin' like Kobe, just hit a fadeaway
Some niggas stayed a hunnid and some niggas fade away
Remember I ain't have shit, I guess I made a way
Just put up on this bitch, she asking', how much did I make today

I made a lot, baby, my numbers good, you know my shit be great
Can't f*ck with these niggas, can't have no nigga eatin' off my plate
And you know I'm goin' down
And you know that luh ' GB goin' down, as a great, yeah

Goin' down is a great
Baby girl, suck me down, baby, swallow like a grape
Baby girl, I'm a big dog, baby, I'm an ape
Baby girl, I'm gettin' money fast, cars, love to skate

Baby girl, I'm gettin' dividends, you know I eat my cake
Baby girl, I'm tryin' to get this money, know I stack the pape
Baby girl, I'm swervin' in this car, police always chasin
Had to duck the V, and I switched it up, and bitch crazy

Bitches crazy, and you know they lazy, they don't like my movie
Baby girl, I'm tryin' to make a flick, make a movie
Baby, I be off these drugs, baby, feelin' groovy
Baby girl, I want your love, baby, I ain't moody

Baby, you ain't in that mood again, that lil' bitch rude-y
Baby girl, these n****s fake, they know they be some Rudy's
Baby girl, and I ain't cryin', baby, I be movin
I'm stackin' money to the sky, baby, how that mood feel

I thought I needed love, I ain't never needed love
All I need is 100's, them pink 50's, and them f*ckin' 20's
I threw my heart up in the trash, it's time to run it up
I gotta hop up in my bag, it's time to go chase some bucks

Like, n***a, let's get to it
When I sit back and write my songs, I put pain in my music
And I keep takin' all these drugs, hopin' I don't abuse it
And I ain't playin' games no more, lil' baby, yeah, you foolish

Uh, uh, pull up shootin' like Kobe
Just hit a fadeaway, some n****s stayed a hundred
And some n****s fade away
Remember I ain't had shit, I guess I made a way

Just put up on this bitch, she asking', how much did I make today
I made a lot, baby, my numbers good, you know my shit be great
Can't f*ck with these n****s, can't have no n***a eatin' off my plate
And you know how I'm goin' down

And you know that Luh GB goin' down, As a great, yeah
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