Ace Hood, Meek Mill - Goin' Down lyrics

Real niggas came to party, Ace hood!
Real niggas came to party

I say
Lord have mercy all I wanted was a Beamer
Had no pot to piss in, now I’m living
Thank you Jesus now my Rollie flooded
I’m not talkin bout Katrina
Know I run my city
Couple thousands for my sneakers
It’s going down, it’s going down
Burn the kush, on Ciroc, it’s going down
It’s going down, it’s going down
Bad bitches, bring the whips, it’s going down

Ok, happy birthday nigga
Everyday I’m getting cake
What’s today, it’s Tuesday
Bitch I might blow 100k
Fuck that nigga they sleeping
It’s a must I raise the stakes
Can’t play with a nigga no way
My drop is white as mayonaise
Holy shit, better watch
Your bitch, Frito-Lay
Gotta stack them chips
Keep that tool Home Depot shit
And I keep two clips if a nigga do trip
Boy you talk
I get money ridin around in that new 600
We them young niggas on the block who run it
Evil Knievel, bro we stuntin okay
Millionaire nigga, I got diamonds on my dick
Boy, my swagger dope
I’m talkin 20 kilo bricks
Just bought me an Aston and it
Came with a spanish bitch
Diamonds got me froze like a PS3 glitch

I say
Lord have mercy all I wanted was a Beamer
Had no pot to piss in, now I’m living
Thank you Jesus now my Rollie flooded
I’m not talkin bout Katrina
Know I run my city
Couple thousands for my sneakers
It’s going down, it’s going down
Burn the kush, on Ciroc, it’s going down
It’s going down, it’s going down
Bad bitches, bring the whips, it’s going down

Ok, I go into my beast mode
Rapper niggas I eat those
I tell a bitch take a deep breath
Then bend on me like a free throw
I don’t want me no good girl cause I
Fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom
I might make a movie and start
Me with that lead rode
I ball hard like D-Rose, my stash on closet
Racks all in my pockets
These racks all on deposit's
I got racks all on my conscience
Money all on my mind
I got shooters on my team
And they got bodies on their nine
Look at that bad bitch right there
See that body on that dime
I ain’t swimmin in no ho
You know I’m probably on that right
All these niggas hatin on me
But, I ain’t on that type
Cause, I be in that back, and
I ain’t talkin bout clock, whoa!

I say
Lord have mercy all I wanted was a Beamer
Had no pot to piss in, now I’m living
Thank you Jesus now my Rollie flooded
I’m not talkin bout Katrina
Know I run my city
Couple thousands for my sneakers
It’s going down, it’s going down
Burn the kush, on Ciroc, it’s going down
It’s going down, it’s going down
Bad bitches, bring the whips, it’s going down

Ok, now let’s all say a prayer
Since my swagger such a killer (Amen)
Might just buy your chick and give
Her that dick filet for dinner (yeah)
Nigga don’t want no problems pistol
Pop you’ll get this figure
Lookin’ at all my diamonds
It ain’t hard to tell a winner
Goin down goin down
That potato on the barrel, no sound (Shhh)
You see them foreigns? You see we touring?
Me and Meek Mill the realest niggas born
Pray!

I say
Lord have mercy all I wanted was a Beamer
Had no pot to piss in, now I’m living
Thank you Jesus now my Rollie flooded
I’m not talkin bout Katrina
Know I run my city
Couple thousands for my sneakers
It’s going down, it’s going down
Burn the kush, on Ciroc, it’s going down
It’s going down, it’s going down
Bad bitches, bring the whips, it’s going down