On the low
What's up with you ho
(*##$es smokin' dro

Bet you know
Bust like forty four
When I spit that flow 'cuz we go hard

Like that %#@! they hustle on the boulevard
$#&@ your broad
(*##$ I bet I could

(*##$ I bet I would
[X2]


[Verse 1: Logic]
Lemme get it
Lemme get it

Lemme get it right now
That's the %#@! I've been on
R A double T P A C K

You know we %#@! on
Anybody in the way all day
I'm livin' my life boy you know to the fullest

These women, they love us, they push us and pull us
Just me and my team takin' shots without bullets
Gettin' this money, you know we don't bull%#@!

People they love it, they know the name
I got a little change, but I'm still the same
So break it down

Break it down
The %#@! I'm rockin, they don't make it now
I've got haters and they talk %#@!

But that's okay, I've got real %#@!
That's heartfelt, make you feel %#@!
But right now it's time for that trill %#@!

Killers and murderers
Dealers and burglars
Round my way, they never heard of you

From that West Deer Park
Where they kill after dark but that never occur to you
Been broke, dirt broke

While my brothers was hustlin' pushin' that !@%!e
That's the life of a G, but it wasn't for me
And for real, that's the reason I wrote


[Hook]


[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
On the low
I be so high

Touchin' the sky
I got a wood, so $#&@ the world
Until I die

If you ain't know
It's Kid Ink baby
Representin' Alumni

Off three shots but, you ain't hear the gun @@#!
Fat $$# blunt ^!$$%, yours looks sun dried
What it do, I'm on two

Tell 'em straight up, no juice
Never goin' back to the broke old days
But I've got a room full of retro J's

Never seen these, look back at it
I see your bank and I laugh at it
Blowin' kush up, like an air mattress

One hit will leave a ^!$$% asthmatic
And we goin' up
Ain't nobody sober

Know that molly, uncut
Eighteen and over
Got three chains, two girls

Hangin' over my shoulders
Give it up in one motion
Know that money is the motive


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Trinidad James]
My time
My time is now
I cannot wait
They say that love, it comes with hate

When I made it out the streets
And then that love it turned to hate
I didn't turn up, I turned away
The time is short, no time to waste
All these ^!$$%s up in my face, they ain't my friends

All these ^!$$%s up in my face, they ain't my friends
I've got fam servin' fiends
And fiends I call my fam
If you wanna keep your (*##$
Then make sure she don't cross my path

'Cuz if she do, she see my shoes
She peep my swag, she get online
Check my background
(*##$ you seen that cash
My only motto about that money is get more

My only motto about that money is get more