Ken Car$on - On The Low lyrics
[Ken Car$on - On The Low lyrics]
Yeah
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
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)
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
Uh, he was pillow talking on the low
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
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)
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
Uh, he was pillow talking on the low