Cuban Doll Stay Solid Lyrics


Stay Solid by Cuban Doll

[Hook: MO3]
Stay solid
I believe in it
That chopper
I sleep with it
Up under that pillow
With my pistol where I keep it at
That money I need it
Then if I hustle I can't eat with racks
All I know is go get it and shine
You know I be with it
Fuck on that bicth fuck her feature
Play with them key, no Alicia
I shoot it up with my people
All of my youngin's some creatures
We get the money, money, money, baby, baby
You can tell that I'm eating
Just know that I want it baby
Really want it baby
For the check I'm a demon

[Verse 1: Cuban Da Savage]
Aye he wanna girl that's a Blanco
But he gotta be an El Chapo
I'm bout my cheese like some nacho's
And he wanna fuck but he not though
I wanna see how his top go
I got your man in the coupe
Yeah, driving foreigns no roof
Call up the gang they gon' shoot
Bitches lying no proof
Swear to god, I'm the truth
Bitch I'm young and I'm Ru
Pull up busting like a troop
If you a pop fuck you
See you in public, like what you gon' do?
Talking that shit, but you ain;t gon' shoot
You can not find me, bitch I stay in the zoo

[Hook: MO3]
Stay solid
I believe in it
That chopper
I sleep with it
Up under that pillow
With my pistol where I keep it at
That money I need it
Then if I hustle I can't eat with racks
All I know is go get it and shine
You know I be with it
Fuck on that bicth fuck her feature
Play with them key, no Alicia
I shoot it up with my people
All of my youngin's some creatures
We get the money, money, money, baby, baby
You can tell that I'm eating
Just know that I want it baby
Really want it baby
For the check I'm a demon

[Verse 2: Lil Yayo]
For the check I'm a demon
For the wraith, yeah I'm leaving
We wet him up while he sleeping
Pussy nigga talking, really don't mean it
Caught him lacking should've seen it
Walk him down with the fifty leave him leaking
Bitch we beefing, we ain't speaking
Talking on Monday, he gone by the weekend
Why the fuck I need you?
What you do for me?
Go Yayo a pussy lil nigga be leaking me
I'ma real killer these not nigga shoot for me
The fuck out my face and please stop with the foolery
Big ol' tool, keep the tool with me
My youngins stupid they a lay on your roof for me
Ain't no telling what they do for me
They pop up with two two three
Lay out your family
Nigga's know it, they can't handle me
Ten months in the county
And it made a man of me
Hundred round for the enemy
That nigga talk reckless
He really a fan of me
That nigga talk reckless
He really a fan of me
Ran up a check now these fuck niggas mad at me
Hate on the boy but you know they ain't adding me
You talk on Lil Yayo, it's gon' be a tragedy

[Hook: MO3]
Stay solid
I believe in it
That chopper
I sleep with it
Up under that pillow
With my pistol where I keep it at
That money I need it
Then if I hustle I can't eat with racks
All I know is go get it and shine
You know I be with it
Fuck on that bicth fuck her feature
Play with them key, no Alicia
I shoot it up with my people
All of my youngin's some creatures
We get the money, money, money, baby, baby
You can tell that I'm eating
Just know that I want it baby
Really want it baby
For the check I'm a demon

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