"Bass Down Low" lyrics

Bitch, I'm getting ready and I look so fuckin' good
Like, if my ex see me it's fucking over for that man
Like, my titties touching my chin, my ass is sittin'
My gloss is poppin' like
Oh fuck, my Uber's like 5 minutes away
I gotta go I'll see you in like 10?
Where did that come from?

Gloss on, tits up, I'm ready to hit the club
Shades down, ass up, can't pay me to give a fuck
Gloss on, tits up, I'm ready to hit the club
Shades down, ass up, can't pay me to give a fuck

I got one drink, two drink
I think I need about three
Uh, niggas got their girlfriend, but he thinking about me
We in V.I.P.
Rolling good-ass weed
Hit the Dutch, pass me
They ain't fresher than me
the fuck?

Finna dance on the couch in stilettos
I'm tryna get ghetto
I'm tryna get ghetto
I'm tryna get ghetto
Ain't tryna dance with you, niggas
I'm with my bitches
I'm with my bitches
I'm with my bitches

Gloss on, tits up, I'm ready to hit the club
Shades down, ass up, can't pay me to give a fuck
Gloss on, tits up, I'm ready to hit the club
Shades down, ass up, can't pay me to give a fuck

You got money in your pockets, where you at? Where you at?
Got a bottle in the car, where you at? Where you at?
Double shots with no chaser, where you at? Where you at?
If you left your man at home, where you at? Where you at?
Bitch

My time is expensive
I can't trust these bitches
Heels on six inches
Red lips kiss them
Muah

Can't pay me to give a fuck
Yeah, bitch, you know what's up
From the fit to the whip
It costs bucks
And all my bitches bossed up

Finna dance on the couch in stilettos
I'm tryna get ghetto
I'm tryna get ghetto
I'm tryna get ghetto
Ain't tryna dance with you, nigga
I'm with my bitches
I'm with my bitches
I'm with my bitches

Gloss on, tits up, I'm ready to hit the club
Shades down, ass up, can't pay me to give a fuck
Gloss on, tits up, I'm ready to hit the club
Shades down, ass up, can't pay me to give a fuck

You got money in your pockets, where you at? Where you at?
Got a bottle in the car, where you at? Where you at?
Double shots with no chaser, where you at? Where you at?
If you left your man at home, where you at? Where you at?
Bitch

I like the bass down low, low, low
Go 'head and drop it to the floor, floor
Dressed in designer head to toe
Bitch, don't lie, you ain't know?
I like the bass down low, low, low
I like the bass down low, low, low
I like the bass down low, low, low
Bitch, don't lie, you ain't know?