Angel - On The Low (Remix) lyrics

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Angel - On The Low (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Angel] I've been getting money on the low Girl you should come to my house Big face Rollie for the wrist, I left it home on the couch Even though a n***a don't show it Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and blow it I'm the type of n***a that will hold it down Been getting money on the low Big face Rollie on your list, girl that's the price of a house Even though a n***a don't show it Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and blow it [Verse 1: Angel] I've been getting money on the low Look at you, look at me stocking these clothes I ain't even turned up yet, I ain't gone home If I do I'm putting on a suit and turning up in a Cayman, driving around Oh na na, they salute when they see, I came in surfing around I can get the honeys in the road Look at you, look at me still in these clothes I ain't even been to sleep yet I've been doing late night shifts, 10 hours in a show, they all grinding it out Oh they won't understand, when I'm in the booth and I'm high in the cloud [Hook: Angel] I've been getting money on the low Girl you should come to my house Big faced Rollie for the wrist, I left it home on the couch Even though a n***a don't show it Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and blow it I'm the type of n***a that will hold it down Been getting money on the low Big faced Rollie on your list, girl that's the price of a house Even though a n***a don't show it Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and blow it [Verse 2: Jeremih] I've been getting money like a dope dealer, on the low grinding all week Bought some new clothes upon a Tuesday, wore the same fit all week-end Hand one b**h, she brought three friends I ain't gotta fake or gotta pretend Great White when it comes to R&B hits We couldn't park there, probably get a precinct I've been counting on the Washington's Lincoln's and the Jackson's, Franklin's and the Benjamin's I done hear some ladies talk a little, little vanilla in em Mix it with some cinnamon, abum don't drop, I'ma still eat Living through the hundreds, call it blue cheese [Verse 3: Eric Bellinger] I've been getting Grammys on the low You be in the club singing all my sh** You ain't even know I wrote all em other n***as songs I cannot blame you, who does their homework They don't check credits any more I don't be trippin', I just head to the bank and the bars in the morn' I would be foolish to take al this money, take pictures and post on the ground, n***a I really do this, I don't have to prove it to you, n***as know who I am So you can trick on them hoes if you wanna But your cheque gon' be gone in the morning While I'm sitting on a private beach Just me and my girl in the private suite, n***a [Hook: Angel] I've been getting money on the low Big faced Rollie for the wrist, I left it home on the couch Even though a n***a don't show it Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and blow it I'm the type of n***a that will hold it down I've been getting money on the low Big faced Rollie on your list, girl that's the price of a house Even though a n***a don't show it Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and blow it Casue I've been getting money on the low [Verse 4: Wretch 32] I've been getting money on the low Phone on silent, ringing hitters outside Since I've been doing well, said I left her in a drought Don't let me R. Kelly in your house, I can really take the piss with it See I'm the one in front of six digits Froggy style, make her quick ribbit Said she like a cool n***a with a big business I got an ice bucket challenge on my wrist, innit Gorgeous like my other chick Zara She got the vibes but she's never been to Gaza And she look better on a bottle than a sparkler And now like funny tummy, yeah I got the last laugh Girl [?], I pulled up in a Phantom, listening to Buju Banton I can boom bye bang em if I want The woman and my clothes don't be clashing Cause they're both so Italian I run diesel by the gallon when I [?] [Verse 5: Dappy] I keep it 100 even when i'm down to zero So tell your don scarface he's no Al Pacino This ain't a movie so watch who you're watching And that sh** you're rocking Cause I might have to rob it like De Niro We never cut corners cause we lean on em like Ducati's You be stuck in traffic busting swishers on the cabbies Me I got all these foreign b**hes screaming "Are you Dappy?" Cause I be making money from London to Abu Dhabi So what a blow, this is that straight off the bub flow Call it cargo, f** you and that half fro I'm still to introduce you to the real Pablo Said she don't love ya, I bet she'll love how fast your car goes Let's get it right, in life you have to handle sh** proper Everything you see is all me, I would never borrow They ain't letting me spray what I really wanna say Cause at any stage they could drop me like Madonna Then I'd really have to make money on the low [Hook: Angel] Money on the low, girl you should come to my house Big face Rollie for the wrist, I left it home on the couch Even though a n***a don't show it Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and blow it I'm the type of n***a that will hold it down Been getting money on the low Big face Rollie on your list, girl that's the price of a house Even though a n***a don't show it Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and blow it