Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money On The Floor, artist - Big K.R.I.T.. Album song Live From The Underground, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Money On The Floor |
Is it me or is it something about a car |
That makes a bad b*tch get freaky f*ck like porno stars? |
Or maybe it was that chrome that keep a bopper in the zone |
But either way she hit my phone like she can’t leave me lone |
And that girl just keep having it, the limit on all this rapping sh*t |
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 |
Chromed out wheels if you hop in here you might jet lag a bit |
I’m passionate about everything that I want, |
I do what it do and y’all don’t |
I put the whole world in my trunk, let it bump |
Check the stars out when I ride, dodgin' potholes with these tires |
Hopping lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by Cause I got- |
Money on the floor |
Lighters on the dresser |
Drop my top, no one can do it better |
Diamonds in the leather |
Wood in the chrome |
Bopping ass hoes just won’t leave me alone |
She call me big baby, I got my Gucci’s on Black on black, head to toe, smelling like Prada cologne |
Feeling like big pimping, inhale, exhale |
Good green, thick lean, give them b*tches x pills |
Cocaine make them get so loose on them tequila shots |
Every time I do it I regret it, the b*tch just can’t stop |
Now she’s dancing on the table, skirt done went up to her navel |
N*ggas throwing money at her, sh*t I can’t be mad at her |
You bring the girl to me then I’ma bless her, yessir |
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
My b*tch on the block with some money on her mind |
A pistol in her purse and a heart full of grind |
I’m pimp type MJ, drop my top, light that dro |
Hand on the wood with the pedal on the floor |
Forever get dough and I’m clever on the ho Still get vetted man, never be a scary man |
My DNA is all Ike Turner, Eddie King |
Money on the floor |
Lighters on the dresser |
Drop my top, no one can do it better |
Diamonds in the leather |
Wood in the chrome |
Bopping ass hoes just won’t leave me alone |
25 lighters, 25 cyphers |
Went to jail and shared a cell with a 25-to-lifer |
Stayed at my grandma house with 25 bibles |
Stayed in the trap house with like 25 rifles |
Drop my top and I dip dip dip |
But if I pop my trunk you better duck, don’t sniff |
Chrome lips on the vehicle look like they blowing kisses |
Reel them hoes in, it look like I’m going fishing |
Okay this how I ride, two bad hoes inside |
One ho say she ready, the other ho said she tired |
I’ma drop this other ho off, me and the other ho we gon' ride |
All jokes aside I’m the get money poster child |
Money on the floor |
Lighters on the dresser |
Drop my top, no one can do it better |
Diamonds in the leather |
Wood in the chrome |
Bopping ass hoes just won’t leave me alone |