live in the ghetto Keepin' it retrospective from the get go Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo Politic with ghetto senators on the D-low Ghetto
dat bakin soda taken, Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked. Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams, I flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million
pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin' Paper dat would make take dem photos naked Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams I flip my middle finga I'm chillin' on 20 million
Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for It's either him or me, champagne, Hennessey A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies Witness as we creep to a low
, runnin up you sons of bastards Blast it, we sons of assassins Match it, collecting more cash That's true, you're feeling that Niggas said all my babies get a million
murda man I'ma come back to serve the game break em on down and hurt em man I never give no mercy mercy after thirty five million still thirsty thirsty
fightin' cases with this ho money And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house And when the money get low
muthafuckas if you think you can touch us Get on the prime co's, load the black rhinos in the 5-4 Villain, killin' children barricadin' my millions While
records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand I clock more dough plus do more shows You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound low
your eyes somebody tell her i need her to be here by my side your pretty eyes, pretty smile, pretty down low low your pretty eyes, pretty smile, pretty down low low
drop it drop it low, drop it, drop drop it low take her take her to the floor show her show her how you roll drop it drop it drop it low drop it, drop
gang bang [Verse 2: Big Sean] I tell a bitch bow down to a motherfucking G hoe I work hard, I drink slow But I never keep drinks low, smokey smokey cause
's late and I am tired, wish I could spark your smile The place is flying high but right now I wanna be low Don't wanna move an inch, let alone a million
my ass wooped for listenin to spice 1 On the court, game point, fade away, nice one same court where the fiends get they white from hustle till the night come crouch down low
[Intro - The-Dream] Oh Yeah You know where I'm from You know where I stay I'm posted in the A Sittin' low in my Phantom ridin' high Every time I ride
Nigga I don't play boy, I'm not Hugh Heffner, Bunnies in my mansion, and it ain't even Easter. Drop it drop it low girl, Futuristic Chris Brown, I can
tap where they throw that cheeze up I been about my paper niggas know about my stack You dont like that dirty money send yo girl to wipe me down Million