On the Low - Phresher, Desiigner

I get money

All my niggas trapping

She a freak

I heard she ride it like a

On the low low

On the low

On the low low

On the low

Nigga like me, always had his Margiela

I ain’t Pillsbury, but I been doughed up

Money on a string, like a yoyo

Beast told me hit him up, he got a

Tell your man I ain’t boxing, I ain’t Carter

His money so so, you need to shut up

All it took was a couple a sawed off

I ain’t sayin' you a ho though

Birds in the six, you a dodo

Bomb pussy, but you ain’t ‘bout to blow though

I be hittin' in the case, sipping Jo-Jo

Head banging, got me tellin' on my woes

I get money

All my niggas trapping

She a freak

I heard she ride it like a

On the low low

On the low

On the low low

On the low

Who getting money, nigga throw it up

PHresher with a «PH», bet you know what’s up

Shake your ass if you old enough

I hold you up, coocoo for some cocoa puffs

I’m a serial killer

Hundred thousand dollars on me, take me to the dealer

One fast move, shooting like Reggie Miller

Said I’ll get J like thriller

I’m good everywhere, nigga how you sound

Stop nickel and diming and go buy the pound

Niggas talk slick when I’m not around

It ain’t no secret that I run the town

I get money

All my niggas trapping

She a freak

I heard she ride it like a

On the low low

On the low

On the low low

On the low

PHresher and Desiigner

Feet up like the recliner

Slapped on her silk pajamas

Y’all niggas got Alzheimer’s

We eating like piranhas

Fucking up some commas

Feeling like Obama

Word to my mama

I get money

All my niggas trapping

She a freak

I heard she ride it like a

On the low low

On the low

On the low low

On the low