Low

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 sweat pants
 And the Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
 She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (hey)
 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 filled with guap and they ready for shones
 Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy grown
 Patron on the rocks that'll make your 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 what I told her, her legs on my shoulders
 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, 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