Lay Low

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] G-Town Dram Third Power [Verse 1: Young Chris] Bought a brand new loft, five thousand a month Bitch my sour expensive, hundred dollars a blunt Only smoke if it's proper, in the words of Big Poppa We rush his ass to the doctors, we tuck the sacks and we shot you Blocka-blocka-bla-blocka, warn his ass with them chopper It'll be a massacre, faggot, automatic kicking like soccer Bottles popping it's popping, twenty bitches around us I just slide her the numbers, soon as 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, couple bitches, they friends And we just getting started, these haters wishing it end Brown noseing these hoes, niggas fishing again Notice she swallow it all, drop my kid on her chin Niggas left me for dead, bitch I'm living again Special chopper division, they see my vision to win [Chorus: Young Chris & Meek Mill] Know it's a party, when you see the sparkles, they coming On top of couches, bitches surround us, we blunted Travel the globe, stomp through your town, and run it Now let em know, cuff them hoes tonight, we blowin a hundred, huh (Ph-Ph-Ph-Ph-Philly in the building, bitch) Blow it 'cause we muh'fuckin' paid hoe (Paid hoe) Inhale that green, blow that paper like the haze hoe Life is a beach, I'm in the sun with my shades hoe After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low Hey hoe (Hey hoe), hey hoe (Hey hoe) After the club, we get the baddest bitch and lay low Hey hoe (Hey hoe), hey hoe (Hey hoe) After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Maserati dipping, wrist cost me a chicken Neck cost a Bentley, think I'm finna have a ticket Got a fetish for Ferraris, and fucking badder bitches Smoke a nigga like I'm Marley, all we know is ladder niggas, ahh! The summer's mine, Jordan number 9 I came in balling on these niggas like a young LeBron AND-1 all your bitches, hit them from the line Came in with your main hoe, your side chick on my other line It's me and Chris, eat a dick, we the shit We really balling, you just talk about it, Stephen Smith I let my money do the talking, I just plead the fifth I'm on my Metro, call me if you need a brick [Chorus: Young Chris, Meek Mill, Freeway, Young Chris & Freeway] Know it's a party, when you see the sparkles, they coming On top of couches, bitches surround us, we blunted Travel the globe, stomp through your town, and run it Now let em know, cuff them hoes tonight, we blowin a hundred, huh (Ph-Ph-Ph-Ph-Philly in the building, bitch) Blow it 'cause we muh'fuckin' paid hoe (Paid hoe) Inhale that green, blow that paper like the haze hoe Life is a beach, I'm in the sun with my shades hoe After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low Hey hoe (Hey hoe), hey hoe (Hey hoe) After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low Hey hoe (Hey hoe), hey hoe (Hey hoe) After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low [Verse 3: Freeway] Push the mach-y with bacon, all these rappers be hating Spit hella facts on hella facts, ain't let me past immigrations Told my Canadian fans they had me stuck at the border Seen the Breitling, big beard', I think them bastards is racist Call me Hussain boy, cause we are off to the races And no negating Smith & Wesson leave you crew flamed boy We be up in the clubs, stunting with 2 Chainz boy Got it popping, niggas mad they bitches all up in our faces Got them bottles of Rosay, shots of Patron Make all them chicks take shots to the dome If y'all haters try to follow me home See how many shots do a caliber hold Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, a hundred A hundred, none of y'all bitch ass niggas don't want it Team early, End Division 1 on you cocksuckers [Chorus: Young Chris, Freeway & Both] Know it's a party, when you see the sparkles, they coming On top of couches, bitches surround us, we blunted Travel the globe, stomp through your town, and run it Now let em know, cuff them hoes tonight, we blowin a hundred, huh (Philly in the building, bitch) Blow it 'cause we muh'fuckin' paid hoe (We gettin paid hoe) Inhale that green, blow that paper like the haze hoe Life is a beach, I'm in the sun with my shades hoe After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low Hey hoe (Hey hoe), hey hoe (Hey hoe) After the club, we get the baddest bitch and lay low Hey hoe (Hey hoe), hey hoe (Hey hoe) After the club, we take the baddest bitch and lay low