Meek Mill, DJ Drama, Young Chris - Lay Low lyrics

Bought a brand new loft
Five thousand a month
Bitch my sour is special
Hundred dollars a blunt
Only smoke if it's proper
In the words of Big Poppa
Rush his ass to the doctors
Took 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
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 bitches 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
Bitch 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, bitches 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 motherfucking 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 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

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 bad bitches
Smoke a nigga 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 bitches, hit them on the lot
Came in with your main hoe, your?
It's Young Chris, eat a dick, we the shit
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, bitches 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 motherfucking 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 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

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 bitches 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, bitches 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 motherfucking 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 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