My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, used to tell her what you said, bro

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 [bad word] off [bad word] I ain't even pack no clothes, nothin' [bad word] in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, menage with my model
And her roommate
And if I tip a [bad word]  we [bad word] , it ain't no discussion
It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way outta 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

My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low, low

[Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low
Her [bad word] 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

[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-gga with a real big [bad word] That's just so good, man a [bad word] can't quit
I ain't ever have a beat that a [bad word] ain't rip
I'm fly every day but a [bad word] 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-gga in here wanna know what I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato, n-ggas
I keep a pillow with me just because I'm tired of n-ggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put that [bad word] on his lips, [bad word] 
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low, low

[Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low
Her [bad word] 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

[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-gga used to trap by the store
Now taxed for the flow
Tell a rap n-igga, "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
I'll never trait on my squad, n-gga
Ball hard, n-gga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, n-gga
In other words, you a fraud, n-gga
I'll pull your card, n-gga
I'm a young boss, [bad word]  [bad word] 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 kill all this weak stuff
Pull the beat up, watch me eat up

My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low, low

[Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low
Her [bad word] 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