Whattcha'll catchin'
Oh ya talkin' 'bout cash
Talkin bout glow, Lower
Get that glow
Leathers on my back, with Chardonnay and Alize, well I
Room full of mirrors with no ceilin' to glance
Call your cronies, get your ponies, got you lovin' my dance
Cheeba hit lanes on fours, and I switch dames in full-color
Dip planes in smalls, and I'm hot white, 'bout fur covered
Got plenty Jennies with Henny, they love to soul ride that train
Slimmy, you hear me
Have my money, have my money
Cause I need these new Cobras, they hiss
They purple and red, they gets bread
You got me spotted like polka-dot, my knot gettin' heavy
Make moolah around the clock, then squeeze up on your Betty
Out your teddy, you shitty, Remy-emy pourin through hollow
Double dose of mommosa, pick up the bottle and swallow
Lower, Jim Kellier, Jim Brown Dillinger
Older?, own rocks and Vodka
Pole slick miss, fo-cu-sin on Patra
Glass mattress, glass mask and casper
On her tippy-toes, higher than Jimmy
Come fly with the slimmy, we're off in that purple haze
She said, Suede, work your voodoo on me
Horizontal in the Tahoe, vertical in the V
Kangaroos on my back, so I switch it to three
Put the levels up some more and you just might O.D.
We gonna get get that glow
We gonna push it to the limit and live it
Until we swim in them digits
We gonna get get that glow
We gonna pool it from the floor to the ceiling
Until we makin a killin'
Hey y'all
I got two Jimmy clips, flames spat
Guerilla runnin 'round with sour body and glass
So I got to go get the auto
Eject his torso
Carolina, bella donna, she get it from her mamma
Sex designer, lights your mind up
Sip it, then roll the dime up
Gentlemen crooks, snazzy, hip, and flashy with looks
Crooked City's walkin witty, you ain't makin' like us
Get dust, you lust, the watch, for futch, pro-clutch did it
Cruise up, new trucks, don't touch, the new paint
You know I love it when we do the Lou Rawls
Smash int with a few broads
Meet ten at the bar then we slash off in two hogs
Whitewall, whitewall, Lo-a gonna screw ball
Old dames, if your light flash kindly float off
Stormin', warnin', we Ali fornin'
Pedal to the floor, like my chinchilla that's long and
All non-believers get whiff on the gator sneakers
We out the park with this one, while you paradin' the bleachers
It's serious, like Cheerios with no milk
Stereo with no Lo, but never that cause it's back
We don't need no strags in here
Whole lotta crushers are crushin the?
Lo-a not lower with twenty, it don't appear
Crooks when we leave, apply pressure and flare
We gonna get get that glow
We gonna push it to the limit and live it
Until we swim in them digits
We gonna get get that glow
We gonna pool it from the floor to the ceiling
Until we makin a killin'
We gonna get get that glow
We gonna push it to the limit and live it
Until we swim in them digits
We gonna get get that glow
We gonna pool it from the floor to the ceiling
Until we makin a killin'
We gonna get get that glow
We gonna push it to the limit and live it
Until we swim in them digits
We gonna get get that glow
We gonna pool it from the floor to the ceiling
Until we makin a killin'
You hear them cats in the back talkin' 'bout
Love you baby, love you baby
They talkin bout that cash, that glow
You gon' get that, get that glow
Lo-a, how we do sheeb' blowa'
Suedea', big Cheeba
Shawny want in the back, get the
And that glow
Whole lotta cash caddy, and glow
Glow up off me, get up out my pockets
Get up out my glow caddy
I'm done talkin to y'all