Low (feat. T-Pain)

Hm-mm

Let me talk to 'em

Let me talk to 'em

Let it rain

Hm-mm

Let me talk to 'em

C'mon

Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Them baggy sweatpants

And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (ay)

She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go

This crazy all night spendin' my dough

Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go

Them birthday cakes, they stole the show

So sexual, she was flexible

Professional, drinkin' X and O

Hold up, wait a minute, do I see

What I think? I, whoa

Did I think I seen shawty get low?

Ain't the same when it's up that close

Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow

Work the pole, I got the bankroll

I must say that I prefer them no clothes

I'm into that, I love women exposed

She threw it back at me, I gave her more

Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes

She had them Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Them baggy sweatpants

And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (ay)

She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Hey, shawty what I gotta do to get you home?

My jeans full of guap, and they're ready for shones

Cadillacs, Maybach for the sexy grown

Patrón on the rocks, that'll make you moan

One stack (come on), two stacks (come on)

Three stacks (come on, mm), now that's three grand

What you think, I'm playing, baby girl?

I'm the man, I invented rubber bands

That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder

I knew it was over, that Henny and cola

Got me like a soldier, she ready for Rover

I couldn't control her, so lucky ol' me

I was just like a clover

Shawty was hot like a toaster

Sorry but I had to fold her

Like a pornography poster

She showed her Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Them baggy sweatpants

And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (ay)

She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Whoa, shawty, yeah, she was worth the money

Lil' mama took my cash and I ain't want it back

The way she bent that back, got all them paper stacks

Tattoo above her crack, I had to handle that

I was on it, sexy woman, let me showin', make me want it

Two in the morning, I'm zonin' and them rosé bottles foamin'

She wouldn't stop, made it drop, shawty did that pop-n-lock

Had to break her off that guap, gal was fire just like my Glock

Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Them baggy sweatpants

And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (ay)

She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

C'mon