Stay Down Z Money (Ft. Yung Mal)

[Intro]
Cicero on the beat

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Huh, yeah, they know we get money
Iceberg and Z Money
New old school, this bitch runnin'
Can't see nothin', vision tunnel
I got cake, ain't talkin' funnel
Bitch, I score, touchdown, no fumble, huh
Niggas act like hoes, I fuck they baby mama
Chopper hold a hundred
Ride Maybach, I'm smokin' ganja
All this water on my neck
Somebody call the fuckin' plumber, bitch
Put that on my mama, bitch
Fucked her once, not stuntin' a bitch
I stay down, I worked my move 'til a young nigga had got rich

[Verse 1: Z Money]
I put that on the gang, you ain't gotta front me, trap go insane
Ain't shit changed, still be whippin' the 'caine, floor seats at the game
Sellin' hard, that's how I came, lil' ass opps ain't got no money
Me and Iceberg in a 48, its system float, couldn't hear us comin'
That's how I'm bomin', run a sack up, can't fumble, ten shots in this llama
She ate the dick, she say I'm a good performer, fiends at the door, gotta go in the mornin'
1017 shit, diamonds snowin'
SIG blast, I blow him, barrel long
Load the pack and it's gone
Stackin' up my profit 'round my neck, four prong (Z Money)