Freeway - Lay Low lyrics

"Maybach Music!" Division 1 Bought a brand new loft, $5000 a month b**h, my sour's expensive, $100 a blunt Only smoke if it's proper, in the words of the Poppa Rush his a** to the doctor Detectives askin' "who shot ya?" Blocka blocka, on his a** with the choppers ? chicken like soccer While it's poppin, it's poppin 20 b**hes around us I just slide her the number Soon as she hit me, I count her I canary the pinky, hit her right like winky Got the club looking cloudy For the love of the stinky In a 600 Benz, couple b**hes they're friends And we just getting started These haters wish it would end Brown-nosing these hoes, n***as fishing again She swallow it all, she drop my kid on her chin n***as left me for dead, b**h I'm living again Special shout to Division, they see my vision to win Know it's a party, when you see the sparkles They coming on top of couches, b**hes surround us We blunted. Travel the globe, stop through your town And run it. So let em know Tell them hoes tonight we blowing a hundred Cause we muthaf**in paid ho And got the green, blow that paper like the haze, ho Life is a beach, I'm in the sun With my shades, ho After the club We take the baddest b**h and lay low Hey ho! Hey ho! After the club we get the baddest b**h and lay low Hey ho! Hey ho! After the club we get the baddest b**h and lay low Maserati dippin, this cost me a chicken Neck cost me a billi