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 n***a don't show it Everything you see, you know I own it I never been the type to go and blow it I'm the type of n***a that will hold it down I've been getting money on the low Big face, rollie on the list Girl, that's the price of a house Even though a n***a don't show it Everything you see, you know I own it I never been the type to go and blow it I've been getting money on the low I've been getting money on the low Look at you, look at me, stuck in these clothes I ain't even turned up yet, I ain't gone home If I do, I'm putting on a suit I'm turning up in that Cayman, driving around 1-9-9, they salute When they see I came in the circle, they frown Money on the low, money on the low I can get the hollies in the grove Look at you, look at me, still in these clothes I ain't even been asleep yet 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 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 n***a don't show it Everything you see, you know I own it I never been the type to go and blow it I'm the type of n***a that will hold it N***a have money on the low Big face, rollie on the low Girl, that's the price of a house Even though a n***a don't show it Everything you see, you know I own it I never been the type to go and blow it I've been getting money like a dope dealer On the low, grinding all week Bought some new clothes up on a Tuesday Wore the same fit all weekend Had one bitch, she bought three friends I ain't gotta fake it, gotta pretend Frank White, when it come to R&B Heads up in the park, they'll probably get a piece in I've been counting on them Washington's Flinkers in the Jackson's The friendlies in the Benjamin's, yeah I done had some ladies chocolate A little bit vanilla in the mixer with some cinnamon, yeah Album don't drop, I'ma still eat Flippin' through new hunnids, call it blue cheese I've been getting Grammys on the low You be in the club singing all my *** You didn't even know I wrote all them other n***a's songs I cannot blame you, what does that 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 I would be foolish to take all this money Take pictures and post on the Gram, n***a I really do this, I don't have to prove it to you n***as know who I am So use a trick on them hoes if you wanna Put your check on me gone in the morning While I'm sitting on the private beach Just me and my girl in the private suite, n***a I've been getting money on the low I've been getting Big thanks to Remy for this I left it home on the couch Even though I didn't get no show Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and doubt it I'm the type of n***a that will hold it I've been getting money on the low Big thanks to Remy for this Girl, that's the price of a house Even though I didn't get no show Everything you see, you know I own it I've never been the type to go and doubt it I've been getting money on the low I've been getting money on the low Phone on silent, ringing hitters 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 her drip, crib it Said she like a cool n***a in the big business I got an ice bucket challenge on my wrist, innit? Gorgeous, like my motor chick, Zara She got the vibe, but she never been to Gaga And she look better on the bottle than a smart club And now I'm like, funny, Tommy, yeah, I got the last laugh Girlfriend, I pulled up in the Phantom Listening to Boudreaux, Banton I can boom, bye, bang him if I wanna My woman and my clothes don't be clashing Cause they're both so Italian I wrote these about the guy I keep it 100 Even when I'm down to zero So tell your Don Scarface he's not a Pacino This ain't a movie, so watch it, you're watching And that ***, you're rocking Cause I'ma have to rub it like De Niro We never cut corners Cause we lean on them like Duterte You be stuck in traffic bussing Switches on the cabbie See me, I got all these foreign Bitches screaming, are you dappy? Cause I be making money From London to Abu Dhabi, so I blow This is that straight-off-the-board flow Call it cargo, *** you and that half-bro I feel to introduce you to the real Pablo So if she don't love you, I bet she love her fascia cargoes Let's get it right in life, yeah, if I undo *** proper Everything you see is me, I would never borrow Yo, they ain't letting me say what I really wanna say Cause at any stage, they could drop me like Madonna Then I'd have to really make money, I'm the daddy on the low And if you come to my house, big face truly for the rest I left it home on the couch, even though a nigga don't show it Everything you see, you know I hold it I never mean to talk to go and blow it I'm the type of nigga that will hold it Big face truly on the low Yeah, that's the price of a house, even though a nigga don't show it Everything you see, you know I hold it I never mean to talk to go and blow it