Low Netta - נטע

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil' V-I
Run it down on the low key
That's not the song, you know it

[Chorus]
Shawty got 'em Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)
The whole club's lookin' at her
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-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 smack (Yeah)
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

[Verse 1]
Ain't nevеr seen nothin' like this before
This crazy all night, spеndin' my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Them birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, so flexible
Professional, drinkin' X and O
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, woah
Did I think I see shawty get low?
Ain't the same when it up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
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 mo'
Cash ain't no problem, I know where it goes
She got them