Lay Low - DJ Drama
Written by：Cardiak/Meek Mill/Young Chris
Bought a brand new loft five thousand a month
B**ch my sour is special hundred dollars a blunt
Only smoke if it's proper in the words of big poppa
Rush his a** to the doctors took the sacks and we shot you
Blocka blocka bla blocka warn his a** with them chopper
It'll be a massacre faggot automatic kicking like soccer
Bottles popping it's popping twenty b**ches around us
I just slide her the numbers so if 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 a couple b**ches they friends
And we just getting started these haters wishing we end
Brown nose on these hoes niggas fishing again
Notice she swallow with those drop like it on her chin
Niggas left me for dead b**ch I'm living again
Special chopper official they see my vision again
Know it's a party we see the sparkles they coming
Standing on couches b**ches surround us we blunting
We travel the globe stop in your town and run it
And you already know cuff them hoes tonight we born to run it
Because we motherf**king paid hoe paid hoe
And all that cream blow that paper like the haze hoe
Life's a beach I'm in the sun with my shades
After the club we take the baddest b**ch and lay low
Hey hoe hey hoe
Hey hoe hey hoe
After the club we get the baddest b**ch and lay low
Hey hoe hey hoe
Hey hoe hey hoe
After the club we take the baddest b**ch and lay low
Maserati dipping wrist cost me a chicken
Neck cost a Bentley think I'm finna have a ticket
Got a fetish for Ferraris and f**king bad b**ches
Smoke a ni**a like I'm Marley all we know is lot of niggas
The summer's mine Jordan number 9
I came in balling on these niggas like a young LeBron
In front them b**ches hit them on the lot
Came in with your main hoe your
It's young Chris eat a dick we the sh*t
We really balling you just talking about a Stephen Smith
I let my money do the talking I just plead the fifth
I'm on my Metro just call me if you need a brick
Know it's a party we see the sparkles they coming
Standing on couches b**ches surround us we blunting
We travel the globe stop in your town and run it
And you already know cuff them hoes tonight we born to run it
Because we motherf**king paid hoe paid hoe
And all that cream blow that paper like the haze hoe
Life's a beach I'm in the sun with my shades
After the club we take the baddest b**ch and lay low
Hey hoe hey hoe
Hey hoe hey hoe
After the club we get the baddest b**ch and lay low
Hey hoe hey hoe
Hey hoe hey hoe
After the club we take the baddest b**ch and lay low
It's the makie with bacon all these rappers be hating
Spit hella facts hella facts got me past immigrations
To my Canadian fans they had me stuck at the border
See the brighling big Bent' I think them bastards is rascist
Call me Hussain boy we be off to the races
And no negating Smith Wesson leave you crusain boy
We be up in the clubs stunting with two chains boy
Got it popping niggas mad they b**ches all up in our faces
Got them bottles Rosay shots of Patron
All them chicks take shots to the dome
Hit right here trying to follow me home
Shots to his Impala I'm gone
Know it's a party we see the sparkles they coming
Standing on couches b**ches surround us we blunting
We travel the globe stop in your town and run it
And you already know cuff them hoes tonight we born to run it
Because we motherf**king paid hoe paid hoe
And all that cream blow that paper like the haze hoe
Life's a beach I'm in the sun with my shades
After the club we take the baddest b**ch and lay low
Hey hoe hey hoe
Hey hoe hey hoe
After the club we get the baddest b**ch and lay low
Hey hoe hey hoe
Hey hoe hey hoe
After the club we take the baddest b**ch and lay low
