Low (Travis Barker Remix) [feat. T-Pain]

Let me talk to 'em

Let me talk to 'em

Let it ring

Let me talk to 'em

Come on

Shawty had them 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 sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps (The straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Hey)

She hit the floor (She hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Hey, I ain't never seen nothing that'll make me go

This crazy all night spendin' my dough

Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go

Them birthday cakes they stole the show

So sexual, she was flexible

Professional, drinkin' X and O

Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, whoa

Did I think I seen shawty get low?

Ain't the same when it's up that close

Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow

Work the pole, I got the bankroll

I'ma say that I prefer them no clothes

I'm into that, I love women exposed

She threw it back at me, I gave her more

Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes

She had them 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 sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps (The straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (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 full of guap and they ready for shows

Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy grown

Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan

One stack, come on, two stacks, come on

Three stacks, come on, now that's three grand

What you think I'm playin', baby girl?

I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands

That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder

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 old 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

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 sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps (The straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Hey)

She hit the floor (She hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Oh, shawty, yeah she was worth the money

Lil' mama took my cash and I ain't want it back

The way she bent that, got her them paper stacks

Tattoo above her crack, I had to handle that

I was on it, sexy woman, get me showin' and made me want it

Two in the morning, I'm zonin'

And them rosé bottles foaming

She wouldn't stop, made it drop

Shawty did that pop and lock

Had to break her off that guap

Gal was fly just like my Glock

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 sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps (The straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Hey)

She hit the floor (She hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Come on