Low

My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, used to tell her what you said, bro

[Juicy J:]
Me, Juicy J, got too many hoes
Me, Juicy J, got too many flows
Clique balling out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a million dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on Monday
Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a bitch off the runway
I ain't even pack no clothes, nothing but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her roommate
And if I tip a bitch, we fucking, it ain't no discussion
It cost to be the boss, my nigga you way outta your budget
Who you playing with lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothing
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button

My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low, low

[Hook: Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil¡ momma know I like my kisses down

[Nicki Minaj:]
Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like a penguin
I ain't talking bowling but I'm with the kingpin
I pull up with a nigga with a real big dick
That's shit so good, man a bitch came quick
I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch ain't rip
I'm fly every day but a bitch ain't tripping
You be on that bull, you be on Scott Pippen
I be pimp walking, I'm limping
C's on my bag so they think I'm cripping
Every nigga in here wanna know what I'm drinking
Myx Moscato, niggas
I keep a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch

My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low, low

[Hook: Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down

[Lil' Bibby:]
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr. Leave-Her-At-Home-He'll-Take-Your-Ho
Mr. Stack-That-Dough
Young rich nigga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow
Tell a rap nigga, "I'm not feeling you"
Stop fronting, boy, y'all not criminals
At the top, man they talking 'bout killing you
Got two 9's but they're not identical
I'll never trait on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In other words, you a fraud, nigga
I'll pull your card, nigga
I'm a young boss, I'm running shit
Call me King Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen nothing
At the club, their jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz
30 deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out with my Timbs
I'm in here chilling with my feet up
I told y'all that I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's time to kill all this weak stuff
Pull the beat up, watch me eat up

[Hook:]
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low, low

[Hook: Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down