Low Lyrics

Only talk money and I speak it fluently

You know that I'm getting to it, yee

Get to it, I gotta pursue it

Again, the money keep coming in fluent, yee

Get to it, I gotta pursue it

It can't stop, won't stop like Diddy

Like Christopher Wallace, no biggie

Big bank, but I started with a piggy

They know my name when I step inside the biddy

Mouth full of gold, yeah, I know you see the glow

I pull up in something that you ain't never seen b4

Don't like the music low, turn it up a lil mo

Turn up the radio then go click my download

I'm a dog, I'm a wolf, I get vicious, I lose control

Ain't saying nothing, they know, R.I.P. Shawty Lo

I know a couple niggas that's scheming on the low

I'm type to let you think I lost and winning on the low

I just left the bank, I like my racks in the middle

Who told you that I ain't getting to it? I make it triple

All that ass, I watch it jiggle on my pickle

She throw it back and I leave something on her nipple

She ain't selfish, she share the box, she like women on the low

Turn into a super freak when she get on the pole

Lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets

She a beast when she geeked, I think she a Scorpio

You know that I'm getting to it, yee

Get to it, I gotta pursue it

Again, the money keep coming in fluent, yee

Get to it, I gotta pursue it

It can't stop, won't stop like Diddy

Like Christopher Wallace, no biggie

Big bank, but I started with a piggy

They know my name when I step inside the biddy

Tell me what's the dillio

Welcome to E's bakery, where we get dough

Like my bank account well like Fargo

I'm all about my bills, but I don't play for Buffalo

Chasing bitches not the riches? Oh, you super slow

When the riches come with bitches, oh, you didn't know?

They only love you when you up, they don't love you when you low

You tried to kick me while I'm down, had to bring you to the floor

Peep you hating on the low, no, you ain't my bro

Green ass nigga, Piccolo

Don't play with a nigga that'll put you 30 below degrees

Who that on her knees? I'm a gigolo

I don't really care if you don't like it, so

Tell me what you gonna do about it, oh

Talk money, I speak it fluent, you know that I'm getting to it

Been chasing this paper, now I got bunions on my toes

You know that I'm getting to it, yee

Get to it, I gotta pursue it

Again, the money keep coming in fluent, yee

Get to it, I gotta pursue it

It can't stop, won't stop like Diddy

Like Christopher Wallace, no biggie

Big bank, but I started with a piggy

They know my name when I step inside the biddy