Low Key
Pick me up just to ride all in your foreign
International shopping out in Florence
Baby Birkin on my arm just to show it
We keep it private and we only show a portion
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
Tryna keep it lowkey but the money still speaks
Tinted windows all over with the peanut butter seats
Get that cash stack it fast and don't showcase a thing
Bonnie and Clyde shit you know what I mean
Run that bag up fast and I want it in cash
Net worths on Forbes I for see it that's that
Get 100 mill invest it I cannot spend it fast
And I keep it low key stunting they don't know what's in my bag
Pick me up tryna ride all in your Porsche
Lick me up fuck me good a little foreplay vice versa
Bitches see me splurging and they see just how I treat him
White coat like a nursing
I bagged your nigga and you stay up in your feelings
We run it up we ain't stop we breaking ceilings
I don't give a fuck how y'all really feeling
But we running that shit up
We ain't stop we going for millions
Pick me up just to ride all in your foreign
International shopping out in Florence
Baby Birkin on my arm just to show it
We keep it private and we only show a portion
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
International shopping out in Florence
Baby Birkin on my arm just to show it
We keep it private and we only show a portion
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
Tryna keep it lowkey but the money still speaks
Tinted windows all over with the peanut butter seats
Get that cash stack it fast and don't showcase a thing
Bonnie and Clyde shit you know what I mean
Run that bag up fast and I want it in cash
Net worths on Forbes I for see it that's that
Get 100 mill invest it I cannot spend it fast
And I keep it low key stunting they don't know what's in my bag
Pick me up tryna ride all in your Porsche
Lick me up fuck me good a little foreplay vice versa
Bitches see me splurging and they see just how I treat him
White coat like a nursing
I bagged your nigga and you stay up in your feelings
We run it up we ain't stop we breaking ceilings
I don't give a fuck how y'all really feeling
But we running that shit up
We ain't stop we going for millions
Pick me up just to ride all in your foreign
International shopping out in Florence
Baby Birkin on my arm just to show it
We keep it private and we only show a portion
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
Tryna keep it low key low key, yeah
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Writer(s): Brittany Washington
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