J.style - how low > lyrics

Verse - 1

Look i am talking about my sex game

J.style that,s my name

Intro i put first but exit not same

And before i catch my plan

I want spend my night with hoes

Question is one

How low can you go

Oh , that,s my show

If she weed i am gonna blow

I am get puzzled in her row

Then i put glitter now she glow

Oh my god

She on my dick

She love my cash my flow sick

She little fat but i am still thick

I am fall in love i drop my bricks

Och

Cause she running to my bank every time

She do better but accept something high

Can you play back this track rewind

I really want that answer one thing in my is this

(hook)

Go low i got money to blow* 3

I got money to blow* 2

Verse - 2

You like kit kat ,dairy milk

Little bit crunchy smoothy silk

I eat the whole bar

Her taste like a never had

Fully naked hottest hell

I don,t know how to spell

Cause she working like wishing well

Im her Santa jingle bell

Bag of money go head sell

Deadly Move she gonna to kill

Im ready for pay the bills

Condition one i want that thrill

Its kinda a session of chill

I take it as my sleeping pills

Go get down keep it real

I feel you touch in my skin

I love the way you body spin

I tripping exotic scene

Let put some naughty thing

Lick dick first that,s my cock it dream

She jumping and started scream

Im ride her like Bugatti rims

I want to know how fast she is

Simply words this all i meant

(hook)

Go low i got money to blow* 3

I got money to blow* 2

Verse - 3

Trailer done get the flick

Make wall here,s the bricks

Behind the door forget all tricks

Do some work on my dick

Her body curves make me sick

I light it up candle wick

Right now you in my crib

Show me how tight your gribs

(hook)

Go low i got money to blow* 3

I got money to blow* 2

Yeah !