Low

[Chorus] Apple bottom jeans (Jeans) Boots with the fur (With the fur) The whole club was looking 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 sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps) She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy) She hit the floor (Shit hit the floor) Next thing you know, shawty got low Low, low, low, low, low, low, low [Verse] Ayy, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home? My jeans filled with guap and they ready for shones Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy grown Patron on the rocks, that'll make you moan One stack c'mon, two stacks c'mon, three stacks c'mon (Now that's three grand) What you think I'm playin'? Baby girl, I'm the man I invented rubber bands That's when I told hеr, her legs on my shoulders I knеw it was over That Henny and Cola got me like a soldier She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her So lucky, oh 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-