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 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 ain´t 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 ain´t no discussion It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way outta your budget
Who you playin´ with lil homie? Your life won´t cost me nothin´ 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
[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 talkin´ bowlin´ but I´m with the kingpin I pull up with a n-gga with a real big dick That´s just so good, man a bitch can´t quit I ain´t ever have a beat that a bitch ain´t rip I´m fly every day but a bitch ain´t trippin´ You be on that bull, you be on Scott Pippen I be pimp walkin´, I´m limpin´ C´s on my bag so they think I´m crippin´ Every n-gga in here wanna know what I´m drinkin´ Myx Moscato, n-ggas I keep a pillow with me just because I´m tired of n-ggas 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
[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 n-gga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow Tell a rap n-igga, "I´m not feelin´ you" Stop frontin´, boy, y´all not criminals At the top, man they talkin´ ´bout killin´ you Got two 9´s but they´re not identical I´ll never trait on my squad, n-gga Ball hard, n-gga, I´m Michael Jordan, you Lebron, n-gga In other words, you a fraud, n-gga I´ll pull your card, n-gga I´m a young boss, I´m runnin´ 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 nothin´
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 chillin´ 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
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
[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