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 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 (Don't show it) Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and blow it (Money on the low, m-money on the low) [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 (Money on the low, m-money on the low) 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 (Yeah, yeah) I've been doing late night shifts Ten 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 (Oh, they won't understand, oh, they won't—) [Hook: Angel] I've been getting money on the low (Yeah) 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 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 (Don't show it) Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and blow it (Money on the low, m-money on the low) [Verse 2: Jeremih] Uh, I've been getting money like a dope dealer On the low grinding all week Bought some new clothes upon a Tuesday (Tuesday) Wore the same fit all weekend 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, yeah I done hear some ladies talk a little, little vanilla in 'em Mix it with some cinnamon, yeah Album don't drop, I'ma still eat Living through the hundreds, call it blue cheese (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 anymore I don't be trippin', I just head to the bank and deposit more (Money on the low, m-money on the low) I would be foolish to take all this money, take pictures and post on the 'Gram, 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 & Eric Bellinger] I've been getting money on the low (I've been getting) Big faced Rollie for the wrist I left it home on the couch (Hey) Even though a nigga don't show it (I don't show it) Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and blow it (Ooh, ah) 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 (Don't show it) Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and blow it ('Cause 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 hunnid 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 (Rrah) 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 boat 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 (Bop!) Then I'd really have to make money on the low [Hook: Angel, Wretch 32 & Dappy] Money on the low (On the low) Girl, you should come to my house (Bop-bop) Big face Rollie for the wrist (Ice on 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 (Show it, show it) Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and blow it