Angel - On The Low (Remix) lyrics
rate meFt. Jeremih, Eric Bellinger, Wretch 32 & Dappy
(Chorus)
I've been gettin' money on the low
Girl, ya should come to my house
Big face Rollie fo' the wrist, I left it home on the couch
Even tho' a nigga don't show it
Everythin' ya see, ya know I own it
I've neva been the type to go and blow it
I'm the type o' nigga that will hold it down
Been gettin' money on the low
Big face Rollie on yo list, girl that's the price of a house
Even tho' a nigga don't show it, everythin' ya see, ya know I own it
I've neva been the type to go and blow it
(Verse: Angel)
I've been gettin' money on the low
Look at ya, look at me stockin' these clothes
I ain't even turned up yet, I ain't gone home
If I do I'm puttin' on a suit and turnin' up in a Cayman, drivin' around
Oh na na, they salute when they see me, I came in surfin' around
I can get the honeys in the road
Look at ya, look at me still in these clothes
I ain't even been to sleep yet
I've been doin' late night shifts, ten hours in a show, they all grindin' it out
Oh they won't understand, when I'm in the booth and I'm high in the cloud
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(Verse 2: Jeremih)
I've been gettin' money like a dope dealer, on the low grindin' all week
Bought sum' new clothes upon a Tuesday, wore the same fit all week-end
Hand one bitch, she brought 3 friends
I ain't got to fake or got to pretend
Great White when it comes to R&B hits
We couldn't park there, probably get a precinct
I've been countin' on the Washington's
Lincoln's and the Jackson's, the friendies and the Benjamin's
I done hear sum' ladies talk a lil, lil vanilla in em
Mix it wit sum' cinnamon, abum don't drop, I'ma still eat
Livin' thru' these 100s, call it blue cheese
(Verse 3: Eric Bellinger)
I've been gettin' Grammys on the low
Ya be in the club singin' all my shit
Ya ain't even know I wrote all em otha niggas songs
I cannot blame ya, who does their homework
They don't check credits any mo'
I don't be tripping, I just head to the bank and the bars in the morn'
I would be foolish to take all this money, take pictures and post on the ground, nigga
I really do this, I don't have to prove it to ya, niggas know who I am
So ya can trick on them hoes if ya wan to
But yo check gon' be gone in the mornin'
While I'm sittin' on a private beach
Just me and my girl in the private suite, nigga
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(Verse 4: Wretch 32)
I've been gettin' money on the low
Phone on silent, ringin' hitters outside
Since I've been doin' well, said I left her in a drought
Don't let me R. Kelly in yo house, I can really take the piss wit it
See I'm the one in front of 6 digits
Froggy style, make her quick rib it
Said she like a cool nigga wit a big business
I got an ice bucket challenge on my wrist, innit
Gorgeous like my otha chick Zara
She got the vibes but she's neva been to Gaza
And she look better on a bottle than a sparkler
And now like funny tummy, yeah I got the last laugh
Girl-sting, I pulled up in a Phantom, listenin' to Buju Banton
I can boom bye bang em if I wanna
The woman and my clothes don't be clashin'
Cos' they're both so Italian
I run diesel by the gallon when I grind
(Verse 5: Dappy)
I keep it hunnid even when I'm down to 0
So tell yo don scarface he's no Al Pacino
This ain't a movie so watch who you're watchin'
And that shit you're rockin'
Cause I might have to rob it like De Niro
We neva cut corners cause we lean on em like Ducati's
Ya be stuck in traffic busting swishers on the cabbies
Me I got all these foreign bitches screaming 'are ya Dappy?'
Cause I be makin' money from London to Abu Dhabi
So what a blow, this is that straight off the bub flow
Call it cargo, fuck ya and that half fro
I'm still to introduce ya to the real Pablo
Said she don't luv ya, I bet she'll luv how fast yo car goes
Let's get it right, in life ya have to handle shit proper
Everythin' ya see is all me, I would neva borrow
They ain't lettin' me spray what I really wan to say
Cause at any stage they could drop me like Madonna
Then I'd really have to make money on the low
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