My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
Used to tell her what you said, bro
Me, Juicy J, get too many hoes
Me, Juicy J, get too many flows
Clique ballin 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 aint even pack no clothes, nothin but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her roommate
And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin, it aint no discussion
It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way outta your budget
Who you playin with lil homie? Your life wont cost me nothin
Juicy J so presidential, dont make me press that button
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
Low
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 aint, low
Lil, momma know I like my kisses down low
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 aint talkin bowlin but Im with the kingpin
I pull up with a n-gga with a real big dick
Thats just so good, man a bitch cant quit
I aint ever have a beat that a bitch aint rip
Im fly every day but a bitch aint trippin
You be on that bull, you be on Scott Pippen
I be pimp walkin, Im limpin
Cs on my bag so they think Im crippin
Every n-gga in here wanna know what Im drinkin
Myx Moscato, niggas
I keep a pillow with me just because Im tired of niggas
Im with some flawless girls, theyre pretty and theyre thick
Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
Low
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 aint, low
Lil momma know I like my kisses down low
Im Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr. Leave-Her-At-Home-Hell-Take-Your-Ho
Mr. Stack-That-Dough
Young rich n-gga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow
Tell a rap n-igga, "Im not feelin you"
Stop frontin, boy, yall not criminals
At the top, man they talkin bout killin you
Got two 9s but theyre not identical
Ill never trait on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, Im Michael Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In other words, you a fraud, nigga
Ill pull your card, nigga
Im a young boss, Im runnin shit
Call me King Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you aint seen nothin
At the club, their jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz
Thirty Deep, bout twenty heats, still stomp him out with my Timbs
Im in here chillin with my feet up
I told yall that Im bout to heat up
Man its time to kill all this weak stuff
Pull the beat up, watch me eat up
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (she go low)
My bass low (she go low)
I ride low (she go low)
She go low (she go low)
Low (yeah)
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 aint, low
Lil momma know I like my kisses down low