50 Cent – Get Low feat Jeremih & 2 Chainz & T.I.

[Hook – Jeremih:]
She said she want a stunner
I said, ‘Baby girl, I’m gettin’ money’
Drop it down, get low, uh-uh, uh-uh
Can’t forget the girl if I wanted
While she up and down on that pole
While she up and down on that pole
When she up and down, she got me sayin’
‘Yeah, drop it down and get low
Drop it down and get low, drop it down and get low’
You got me sayin’, ‘Yeah, drop it down and get low
Drop it down and get low, drop it down and get low’

[50 Cent:]
I blew ten, I blew twenty, it’s nothin’ to me, I get money
I eat, sleep and I shit money, I, I, I can’t get this bitch off me
I’m tossin’ it and she want it, that’s the way we own it
Sound crazy, don’t it? I’m turned up
Them bottles come when we want ’em
Pass ’em out to my homies, shorty break it down for me
I done gave her head for that knowledge
Shorty lap dancin’ all on me, probably give it to me now
Give it to me now, first she got me up, then she’s goin’ down
Finna climb that, I mean climax
We ridin’ out, I’m gon’ ride that, triple X flick, we gon’ try that
She could press record, don’t rewind that

[Hook]

[2 Chainz:]
My hair longer than hers, bitch, life ain’t fair
I’m gettin’ paid off ad-libs, all I got to do is say, “yeah”
Ridin’ around in that foreign, all your stories sound distorted
Got so many Cuban links with me, my chain could get deported
At the bar takin’ shots, seek her out, you need reloader
If you even took a bitch from me, I come back to repo her
Dirty Sprite, I’ll repour it, smellin’ like a car dealership
And I don’t think it’s gon’ work out
So, bitch, you need a membership

[Hook]

[50 Cent:]
Olay, olay, olay, olay
Look at ’64s, out everyday, olay, olay

[T.I.:]
Let a nigga let you know how much you care about a bitch
I’m ’bout as cold as it get
Only thing you get is a whole lot of dick
Shout to Collipark when it’s sold by the brick, nigga, hold up
Sittin’ on the stage with the rats out though
Got some grip with me, turn to the max, I don’t go
But we with the shit, you bitch try me we shootin’
And shootin’ ’til the gun don’t blast no more
Back it up to me
Grind on me like you’re tryin’ make love to me
And go and bring the baddest girl in the club to me
That’ll make you the baddest girl in the world to me
For real, huh, and I’m still ridin’ one hand on the wheel
The other one touchin’ the girl while she kissin’ the other one
Makin’ her face her like she finna bust her one

[Hook]