[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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 Had one bitch, 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 shit You ain't even know I wrote all em other niggas 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 deposit more I would be foolish to take al this money, take pictures and post on the ground, nigga I really do this, I don't have to prove it to you, niggas 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 a private suite, nigga
[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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 loud Phone on silent, ringing hittas out 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 a prick ribbit Said she like a cool nigga with a big business I got an ice bucket challenge on my wrist, innit Gorgeous like my model chick Zara She got the vibes but she's never been to Gaza And she look better on a bottle than a sparkler Renowned like Funny Tummy, yeah I got the last laugh Ghosting, I pulled up in the Phantom Listening to Buju Banton, I can boom bye bang em if I wanna My woman and my clothes don't be clashing Cuh they're both so Italian, I rock diesel by the gallon when I wanna
[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 shit 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 bitches 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, fuck 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 shit 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga don't show it Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and blow itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
