Low Low E

I be laying on the low low. Being brassy, that's a no-no. And my numbers only grow, grow. I be making crazy dough, dough. I be laying on the low low. Being brassy, that's a no-no. And my numbers only grow, grow. I be making crazy dough, dough. You can suck my dick 'cause you ain't on Shit, yeah. Pyramid schemes like I'm living in Egypt, yeah. Shout out to Kendrick, every verse is A brick, yeah. Woo, on a bitch like I'm Ric Flair, drip, yeah. Shorty tryna get me 'cause she know that I'm A freak, yeah. Reversing that shit like a bank Clat click, yeah. Traveling dimensions like we Morty And Rick, yeah. You feeling all brave, then I'm Cocking that stick, yeah. My life is going well, all I do is Prosper. I'm getting so big, you can call me Big papa. I'm being so smooth that I'm causing You the trauma. I ain't got time so don't Be giving me the drama. I be laying on the low low. Being brassy, that's a no-no. And my numbers only grow, grow. I be making crazy dough, dough. If we rolling then they roll, roll. I don't wanna deal with popos. So don't be taking any photos. And I got her skin is cocoa. I used to drink the tap, yeah, back in The day. Now these days are gone, yeah, They're far away. JoJo on my mind, Yeah, so call me Ray. She begs me not to leave her, but sorry, I cannot stay. And she want the ring from Me, but I'm not Frodo. Smoking only green, no, I don't do no coco. All I'm hearing, "Oh my God, is he loco?" Yeah, they saying that I'm loco. I count my life by smiles like Lennon. Smiling when life give me lemons. They calling me a nerd 'cause I turn these Lemons into lessons. The thoughts I'm putting into the rhymes, finally Turned me to professor. Call me the professor. You might notice that I clearly got issues. I'ma be the man that you cooking the beef But after that, you doing dishes. My appetite is never go missing. Give her A1D then I'm dipping. You can never catch me slipping. Even when I'm slipping. I'm doing this for fun, but you can never Reach the level that I'm kipping. I'm stacking up my racks right up to the Ceiling. I'ma do this nonstop, switches flipping, Switches flipping. You know my lyrics is a weapon. I got a different perception. Any of my tracks is a confession. I be laying on the low low. Being brassy, that's a no-no. And my numbers only grow, grow. I be making crazy dough, dough. I be laying on the low low. Being brassy, that's a no-no. And my numbers only grow, grow. I be making crazy dough, dough.