| Is it me or is it something about a car
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| That makes a bad b*tch get freaky f*ck like porno stars?
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| Or maybe it was that chrome that keep a bopper in the zone
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| But either way she hit my phone like she can’t leave me lone
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| And that girl just keep having it, the limit on all this rapping sh*t
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| 10 out of 10 she dying to f*ck, that’s just what my average is Slab and chassis lavishly with cabin digit dash in it I’m an advocate
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| Chromed out wheels if you hop in here you might jet lag a bit
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| I’m passionate about everything that I want,
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| I do what it do and y’all don’t
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| I put the whole world in my trunk, let it bump
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| Check the stars out when I ride, dodgin' potholes with these tires
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| Hopping lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by Cause I got-
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| Money on the floor
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| Lighters on the dresser
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| Drop my top, no one can do it better
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| Diamonds in the leather
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| Wood in the chrome
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| Bopping ass hoes just won’t leave me alone
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| She call me big baby, I got my Gucci’s on Black on black, head to toe, smelling like Prada cologne
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| Feeling like big pimping, inhale, exhale
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| Good green, thick lean, give them b*tches x pills
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| Cocaine make them get so loose on them tequila shots
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| Every time I do it I regret it, the b*tch just can’t stop
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| Now she’s dancing on the table, skirt done went up to her navel
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| N*ggas throwing money at her, sh*t I can’t be mad at her
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| You bring the girl to me then I’ma bless her, yessir
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| 25 lighters on my dresser, yessir
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| My b*tch on the block with some money on her mind
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| A pistol in her purse and a heart full of grind
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| I’m pimp type MJ, drop my top, light that dro
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| Hand on the wood with the pedal on the floor
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| Forever get dough and I’m clever on the ho Still get vetted man, never be a scary man
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| My DNA is all Ike Turner, Eddie King
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| Money on the floor
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| Lighters on the dresser
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| Drop my top, no one can do it better
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| Diamonds in the leather
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| Wood in the chrome
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| Bopping ass hoes just won’t leave me alone
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| 25 lighters, 25 cyphers
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| Went to jail and shared a cell with a 25-to-lifer
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| Stayed at my grandma house with 25 bibles
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| Stayed in the trap house with like 25 rifles
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| Drop my top and I dip dip dip
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| But if I pop my trunk you better duck, don’t sniff
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| Chrome lips on the vehicle look like they blowing kisses
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| Reel them hoes in, it look like I’m going fishing
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| Okay this how I ride, two bad hoes inside
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| One ho say she ready, the other ho said she tired
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| I’ma drop this other ho off, me and the other ho we gon' ride
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| All jokes aside I’m the get money poster child
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| Money on the floor
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| Lighters on the dresser
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| Drop my top, no one can do it better
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| Diamonds in the leather
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| Wood in the chrome
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| Bopping ass hoes just won’t leave me alone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money On The Floor , by - Big K.R.I.T.. Song from the album Live From The Underground, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп