Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T. - Money On The Floor songtekst
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[Big Krit verse] Is it me or is it something about a car That makes a bad bitch get freaky fuck like porno stars Maybe it was that chrome that keep a boppa in the zone But the way she hits my phone like she can't leave me alone And that there just keeps happening, blame it on all the rapping shit 10 out of 10 she's down to fuck That's just what my average is ... dashing it. I'm a advocate Chromed out wheels if you hop in here you might... I'm passionate, about everything that I want I do what it do and yall don't I put the whole world in my trunk, let it bonk Check the stars out when I ride... potholes with these tires Hog a lane swang and bang leaving a stain so let me by cause I got Money, money on the floor, lighters, lighters on the dresser Drop, drop my top, no one can do it better Diamonds, diamonds and the leather, wood, wood and the chrome Boppin ass hoes just wont leave me alone[X2] 8Ball: Yeah bitch I see you ridin with that nigga in that old benz now you wanna act funny [8Ball verse] Look she call me big baby, I got my Guccies on Black on black, head to toe Smelling like Prada cologne, Feeling like big pipping, inhale, exhale Good green, good lean, give them bitches X pills Cocaine make them get so loose On them tequila shots Every time I do it I regret the bitch just can't stop Now she's dancing on the table skirt done went up to her naval niggas throwing money at her Shit I can't be mad at her [MJG verse] You bring the girl I need and I'ma bless her, bless her 25 lighters on my dresser, dresser My bitch on the block, with some money on her mind A pistol in the purse and a heart full of grind I'm Pimp tight MJ drop my top, light that dro, hand on the wood with the pedal on the floor Forever get dough and I'm feeling on a hoe I'm still gettin fetti man, never be a scary man My dna is all Ike Tuner Eddie Cane Money, money on the floor, lighters, lighters on the dresser Drop, drop my top, no one can do it better Diamonds, diamonds and the leather, wood, wood and the chrome Boppin ass hoes just wont leave me alone[X2] [2Chainz verse] 25 lighters, 25 cyphers, went to jail and shared a cell with a 25 to lifer Stayed at my grandma house with 25 bibles Stay in the traphouse with like 25 rifles Drop my top and I dip dip dip But if I pop my trunk you better duck don't slip Chrome lips on the vehicle look like they blowin kisses Reel them hoes in it look like I'm going fishing Ok this how I ride, 2 bad hoes inside One hoe say she ready the other hoe say she tired I'ma drop this other hoe off Me and the other hoe we gonna ride All jokes aside, I'm the get money poster child Money, money on the floor, lighters, lighters on the dresser Drop, drop my top, no one can do it better Diamonds, diamonds and the leather, wood, wood and the chrome Boppin ass hoes just wont leave me alone[X2]