intro
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
Juicy to tell her what you said, bro
verse
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
verse
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
verse
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 presidential, don't make me press that button
chorus
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 (low)
verse
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
verse
I pull up with a nigga with a real big dick
That's just so good, man a bitch came quick
I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch ain't rip
I'm fly every day but a bitch ain't trippin'
verse
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 nigga in here wanna know what I'm drinkin'
verse
I keep a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch
chorus
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 (low)
verse
Tell a rap nigga, "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
verse
I'll never trait on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In other words, you a fraud, nigga
I'll pull your card, 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 things tucked, you ain't seen nothin'
verse
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
chorus
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 (low)
Writer(s): Lukasz Gottwald, Onika Tanya Maraj, Theron Makiel Thomas, Timothy Jamahli Thomas, Jordan Houston, Brandon George Dickinson