On the Low lyrics

[Intro]
(808 Mafia)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Uh, runnin' up them racks 'til I get old (Yeah)
I count up blue cheese, I spend this sh*t 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 n*ggas mad 'cause I got they hoes on go (Oh yeah)
I was hittin' his b*tch from the back, he was pillow talkin' on the low

[Verse]
Yeah, these n*ggas go out bad 'bout these hoes
b*tch can't get nothin' from me, not even somethin' from the store
Yeah, b*tch, I'm cold (Yeah)
Iced tea, big tit b*tch with me, ain't no Nicole
Got a big booty b*tch, but the b*tch bald-headed, yeah, Amber Rose
Poured a six of the Tris, we ain't got no red, yeah, f*ck 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)

[Chorus]
Uh, runnin' up them racks 'til I get old
I count up blue cheese, I spend this sh*t 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 n*ggas mad 'cause I got they hoes on go
I was hittin' his b*tch from the back, he was pillow talkin' on the low
[Outro]
Uh, he was pillow talking on the low