Ace Hood - Goin' Down lyrics

[Intro] Real n***as came to party, Ace hood! Real n***as came to party [Hook: Ace Hood] 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 b**hes, bring the whips, it's going down [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Ok, happy birthday n***a, everyday I'm getting cake What's today, it's Tuesday, b**h I might blow 100k f** that n***a they sleeping, it's a must I raise the stakes Can't play with a n***a no way, my drop is white as mayonaise Holy sh**, better watch your b**h, Frito-Lay, gotta stack them chips Keep that tool Home Depot sh**, and I keep two clips if a n***a do trip Boy you talk, I get money ridin around in that new 600 We them young n***as on the block who run it Evil Knievel, bro we stuntin okay Millionaire n***a, 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 b**h Diamonds got me froze like a PS3 glitch [Hook] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Ok, I go into my beast mode, rapper n***as I eat those I tell a b**h 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 deposits 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 b**h 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 n***as hatin on me, but I ain't on that type Cause I be in that back, and I ain't talkin bout clock, whoa! [Hook] [Verse 3: Ace Hood] Ok, now let's all say a prayer, since my swagger such a k**er (Amen) Might just buy your chick and give her that dick filet for dinner (Yeah!) n***a 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 n***as born Pray! [Hook]