Letras:
Low Millions Money Thing

my baby a little plastic ring It's a money thing and I got none It's a money thing and I got none It's a money thing, I gotta make some money I stare

low My boy King B was bringin' 3 mo Come one come all if you can hang But you gotta move somethin' to do the damn thing Clay D got the bottle and i got

a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos. Got a 45 screamin' about survival. Hey nigga can I lay low, cook

a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos. Got a 45 screamin' about survival. Hey nigga can I lay low, cook

(She hit the flo) Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low [Verse 3:] Whoa Shawty Yea she was worth the money Lil mama took my

(She hit the flo) Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low [Verse 3:] Whoa Shawty Yea she was worth the money Lil mama took my

the money I'm throwin it Jigga-lo, jiggalo jiggalat Jigga-lo, jiggalo jiggalat We get low, they kinda feelin that We in dough, they kinda feelin that One million, two million

shit Word to god, listen [Black Child] I gotta unconditional love for sex money and drugs Bitches who strip in clubs, get hit with dick from thugs Sweet thing

boys it could get mechanical, now pop that pussy like a fo- fo, I turn you round and bend you over like a low blow, it?s young money baby, we the fucking