On the Low

808 Mafia

Yeah, uh, runnin' up them racks 'til I get old
I count up blue cheese, I spent this shit before it mold
Got your ho on her knees, I'm tryna hit the back of her throat
But she ain't nothin' to me, I'm 'bout to pass her to my bro
I'm a pimp and I walk with a limp, no, I ain't trippin' 'bout no ho
And I know that these niggas mad 'cause I got they hoes on go
I was hittin' his bitch from the back, he was pillow talkin' on the low

Yeah, he can go out bad 'bout these hoes
Bitch can't get nothin' from me, not even somethin' from the store
Yeah, bitch, I'm cold
Iced tea, big tit bitch with me, ain't no Nicole
Got a big booty bitch, better bitch, bald head, yeah, Amber Rose
Poured a six of the Tris, we ain't got no red, yeah, fuck a four
Hit a lick if we ain't got no bread, yeah, kick a door
If it ain't 'bout a dollar, if it ain't 'bout money, yeah, don't hit my phone

Uh, runnin' up them racks 'til I get old
I count up blue cheese, I spent this shit before it mold
Got your ho on her knees, I'm tryna hit the back of her throat
But she ain't nothin' to me, I'm 'bout to pass her to my bro
I'm a pimp and I walk with a limp, no, I ain't trippin' 'bout no ho
And I know that these niggas mad 'cause I got they hoes on go
I was hittin' his bitch from the back, he was pillow talkin' on the low
(Yeah, he was pillow talkin' on the low)