On the Low

[Intro]
(808 Mafia)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Uh, runnin' up them racks 'til I get old (Yeah)
I count up blue cheese, I spend this shit before it mold (Oh yeah)
Got your ho on her knees, I'm trying to hit the back of her throat (Oh yeah)
But she ain't nothin' to me, I'm 'bout to pass her to my bro (Oh nah)
I'm a pimp and I walk with a limp, no, I ain't trippin' 'bout no ho (Oh yeah)
And I know that these niggas mad 'cause I got they hoes on go (Oh yeah)
I was hittin' his bitch from the back, he was pillow talkin' on the low

[Verse]
Yeah, these niggas go out bad 'bout these hoes
Bitch can't get nothin' from me, not even somethin' from the store
Yeah, bitch, I'm cold (Yeah)
Iced tea, big tit bitch with me, ain't no Nicole
Got a big booty bitch, but the bitch bald-headed, yeah, Amber Rose
Poured a six of the Tris, we ain't got no red, yeah, fuck a four
Hit a lick if we ain't got no bread, yeah, kick a door (Yeah)
If it ain't about a dollar, if it ain't about money, yeah, don't hit my phone (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Uh, runnin' up them racks 'til I get old
I count up blue cheese, I spend this shit before it mold
Got your ho on her knees, I'm trying to hit the back of her throat
But she ain't nothin' to me, I'm 'bout to pass her to my bro
I'm a pimp and I walk with a limp, no, I ain't trippin' 'bout no ho (I ain't trippin' 'bout no ho)
And I know that these niggas mad 'cause I got they hoes on go
I was hittin' his bitch from the back, he was pillow talkin' on the low

[Outro]
Uh, he was pillow talking on the low