[Produced by Cirkut & Dr. Luke]
[Intro: Juicy J & (Young Thug)]
My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low, she go low
My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low
(Juicy, tell 'em what you said bruh)
[Verse 1: 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 b**h 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 b**h, we f**in', it ain't no discussion
It cost to be the boss, my n***a, you way out of 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 bu*ton
[Pre-Hook: Juicy J]
My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low, she go low
My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low, she go low
[Hook: Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the low
Her a** 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 low
[Verse 2: 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***a with a real big dick, that's just so good, man a b**h came quick
I ain't ever have a beat, that a b**h ain't rip,I'm fly everyday, but a b**h 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***a in here wanna know what I'm drinkin' -
Myx Moscato, n***as
I keep a pillow with me, just because I'm tired of n***as
I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put that p**y on his lips, b**h
[Pre-Hook: Juicy J]
My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low, she go low
My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low, she go low
[Hook: Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the low
Her a** 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 low
[Verse 3: 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***a used to trap by the store, now I tax for the flow
Tell a rap n***a, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin', boy, y'all not criminals
At the top, man they talkin' 'bout k**in' you
Got two 9's but they're not identical
I'll never trade on my squad, n***a
Ball hard, n***a, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, n***a
In other words, you a fraud, n***a
I'll pull your card, n***a
I'm a young boss, I'm runnin' sh**
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 k** all this weak stuff
Pull the beat up, watch me eat up
[Pre-Hook: Juicy J]
My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low, she go low
My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low, she go low
[Hook: Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the low
Her a** 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 low