"Lay It Down" lyrics

[FattMack:]
Yeah (Ooh, Jayfree)

When I run on stage, my chain start hittin' me in my face, so I'm finna take it off
Chicago weather cold, so she wear clothes, but she still takin' it off
My mama ain't gotta worry 'bout shit no more, 'cause everything straight for now
They locked up bro, but it been so fucking long, I'm tryna break him out
Yeah, I don't love several hoes, I got a baby now
I pull up in the Maybach, wow
You ain't go up, 'cause you didn't stay down
Rich as fuck but I'm by myself
Whole lot of guns, and a big ass house, everyday I get high, and go lay back down
Fucking for hours off X, she thought I was done, nah, bitch, go lay back down

I made a million dollars, but I still don't feel like I made it out
I'm finally off probation, now I can finally travel
Shouting out my bitch, but I like her vibe, so she can stay for now
Remember tryin' to find new niggas to rob, but we got paper now (Yeah)
Remember working jobs, now I'm the boss, this shit just came with time
You know damn well, if I pick you up, bae, I'm tryna lay you down
Bro got a chop' with a big ass scope on the top, this bitch like eighty pounds
When I leave my crib, I'ma bring my gun, I bet I come back safe and sound

When I run on stage, my chain start hittin' me in my face, so I'm finna take it off
Chicago weather cold, so she wear clothes, but she still takin' it off
My mama ain't gotta worry 'bout shit no more, 'cause everything straight for now
They locked up bro, but it been so fucking long, I'm tryna break him out
Yeah, I don't love several hoes, I got a baby now
I pull up in the Maybach, wow
You ain't go up, 'cause you didn't stay down
Rich as fuck but I'm by myself
Whole lot of guns, and a big ass house, everyday I get high, and go lay back down
Fucking for hours off X, she thought I was done, nah, bitch, go lay back down

[Polo G:]
If you ain't check in you ain't my round, tour only time I change my crowd
She wanna fuck 'cause I'm famous, wow, got this shit out the mud, and they hating, how?
We was the reason them Glocks start lettin' off loud, still came back safe and sound
You would think broski was probably from England, all the money he made was pounds
Coupe so low, gotta watch how I pull off, or that bitch gon' scrape the ground
Earned my stripes, and I ain't care what it cost, I'ma blow if they flagrant foul
Face shot with a Draco, shave his brows, Glock .45 my favorite cal'
Her ass so fat I became aroused, if she on her period I'ma lay her towel
Using your heart can get so deadly, full clip, why my stick so heavy?
I know some dope boys rich off fetty, I had a white girl give me that Becky
I was young and bad with this shits already, dreaming that I hit the licks off belly
I had a Wesson up in my pelly, got youngins obsessed to kill like Freddy

[FattMack:]
When I run on stage, my chain start hittin' me in my face, so I'm finna take it off
Chicago weather cold, so she wear clothes, but she still takin' it off
My mama ain't gotta worry 'bout shit no more, 'cause everything straight for now
They locked up bro, but it been so fucking long, I'm tryna break him out
Yeah, I don't love several hoes, I got a baby now
I pull up in the Maybach, wow
You ain't go up, 'cause you didn't stay down
Rich as fuck but I'm by myself
Whole lot of guns, and a big ass house, everyday I get high, and go lay back down
Fucking for hours off X, she thought I was done, nah, bitch, go lay back down