My beat low, my bass low, I ride low, she go low Me, Juicy J, got too many hoes Me, Juicy J, got too many floo's Click 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, nothing but rubbers in my suitcase Later on, I mic my notch 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 nigga, you way out of your budget Who you playin' with, lil' homie, your life won't cost me nothin' Juicy J so president, you 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 I get a brick, you know I get it for the low I act so fat, I told her, drop it down, low I do a verse, you know my price is eight, low Lil' mama know I let 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 ain't talkin' bowlin', but I'm with the kingpin I pull up with a nigga with a real big dick That shit so good, man, the bitch came quick I ain't never had 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 pink walkin', I'm limpin' C's on my back so they think I'm crippin' Every nigga in here wanna know what I'm drinkin' Mixed Moscato, niggas, I keep a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas I'm on with some flawless girls, they pretty and they thick B-b-bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips My beat low, my bass low, I ride low, she go low My beat low, my bass low, I ride low, she go 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 ain't low Lil' mama know I lay my kisses down, low Lil' B missed everything for the low Missed to leave her at home, he'll take your home Missed to stack that dough Young rich nigga used to trap by the store Now taxed for the flow Tell a rap nigga, I'm not feelin' Stop front boy, y'all not criminals At the top, now they talkin' bout killin' You got two nines, but they not identical I never train on my squad, nigga Ballin' hard, nigga I'm Michael Jordan, you a grind, nigga In other words, you a fraud, nigga I pull your car, nigga 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 thing tucked You ain't seen nothin' At the club, they jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz 30 deep belt, 20 heat, still snubbin' 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 wood stuff Full of 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 I get a brick, you know I get it for the Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down I do a verse, you know my prices ain't Lil' mama know I lay my kisses down Low