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Future - STAYED DOWN (Official Audio) ft. Young Scooter
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Young Scooter
Young Scooter
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jacob Canady
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
Ansel Montgomery
Ansel Montgomery
Songwriter
Kenneth Edward Bailey
Kenneth Edward Bailey
Songwriter
Michael Collins Price
Michael Collins Price
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Producer
YOUNGERNEXTLIFE
YOUNGERNEXTLIFE
Producer
Braden Davies
Braden Davies
Assistant Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob I got a sports car on my wrist and I'm very fly You can hear the money machine beeping from outside Nigga pillow-talking, talking, ain't got they money right I don't even want to talk, nigga, unless I see the cash out Zero to sixty, I get lost in a turbo Medallions, pink diamonds, started from purple Yeah, fully loaded, money machine, bitch, I'm splurgous He stayed down, got the money up, and now they can't serve us I'm going Jimmy Choo on my new-new shit on purpose She can get it too, ain't no fool, I'll curve her If I borrowed your car, I'm sure I flipped it up with chickens Cappers stealing swag, they bitches popping on misses Got more K in the phantom, you want to ride the Honda Civic I'm okay with that hammer, I got to ride with the extended Shit be cracking in the city e'ry day (every day) Dropped the eighth in a Phantom, I'm okay (I'm okay) Penthouse, three stories, got trees in it Spilled the drip all over, a bitch eatin' it I threw the money in the vault, ain't even seen it Money bags everywhere, Lamborghini's I got a sports car on my wrist and I'm very fly You can hear the money machine beeping from outside Nigga pillow-talking, talking, ain't got they money right I don't even want to talk, nigga, unless I see the cash out Zero to sixty, I get lost in a turbo Medallions, pink diamonds, started from purple Yeah, fully loaded, money machine, bitch, I'm splurgous (light it up, gang) He stayed down, got the money up, and now they can't serve us (BMWG shit) We make our own drugs so you niggas can't serve 'em (nah) Remix everything, Sproot make it do hurdles (remix) Jugg House jumping like a rabbit, yours turtle (turn) Everything I smoke exotic, nigga, all purple (yeah) I just ran a whole M through the money counter (money counter) Kept money from yesterday, I ain't even count it (count up) Quarter million, tried to break Blacka out the counter (counter) A thousand pounds on the road, all wrapped and downied (road) Jugg, the truck was seven, let her off, Freebandz (yeah) All my niggas bosses, working like some Mexicans (like some Mexicans) Lamborghini 'round my neck, Eliantte (Eliantte) Hundred racks just to pull up in the driveway (streets) I got a sports car on my wrist and I'm very fly You can hear the money machine beeping from outside Nigga pillow-talking, talking, ain't got they money right I don't even want to talk, nigga, unless I see the cash out Zero to sixty, I get lost in a turbo Medallions, pink diamonds, started from purple Yeah, fully loaded, money machine, bitch, I'm splurgous He stayed down, got the money up, and now they can't serve us
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Michael Price, Kenneth Bailey, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Ansel Aaron Montgomery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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