Cirkut - Low lyrics

[Produced by Cirkut & Dr. Luke] [Intro: Juicy J & (Young Thug)] My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low, she go low My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low (Juicy, tell 'em what you said bruh) [Verse 1: Juicy J] 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 Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on Monday Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a b**h 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 And if I tip a b**h, we f**in', it ain't no discussion It cost to be the boss, my n***a, 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 bu*ton [Pre-Hook: Juicy J] My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low, she go low My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low, she go low [Hook: Young Thug] I get a brick, you know I get it for the low Her a** 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 2: Nicki Minaj] 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 n***a with a real big dick, that's just so good, man a b**h came quick I ain't ever have a beat, that a b**h ain't rip,I'm fly everyday, but a b**h ain't trippin' 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 n***a in here wanna know what I'm drinkin' - Myx Moscato, n***as I keep a pillow with me, just because I'm tired of n***as I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick Bust it open quick, put that p**y on his lips, b**h [Pre-Hook: Juicy J] My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low, she go low My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low, she go low [Hook: Young Thug] I get a brick, you know I get it for the low Her a** 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 3: Lil Bibby] I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low Mr. Leave-Her-At-Home-He'll-Take-Your-Ho Mr. Stack-That-Dough Young rich n***a used to trap by the store, now I tax for the flow Tell a rap n***a, "I'm not feelin' you" Stop frontin', boy, y'all not criminals At the top, man they talkin' 'bout k**in' you Got two 9's but they're not identical I'll never trade on my squad, n***a Ball hard, n***a, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, n***a In other words, you a fraud, n***a I'll pull your card, n***a I'm a young boss, I'm runnin' sh** 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' 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 k** all this weak stuff Pull the beat up, watch me eat up [Pre-Hook: Juicy J] My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low, she go low My beat low, my ba** low, I ride low, she go low [Hook: Young Thug] I get a brick, you know I get it for the low Her a** 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