Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everybody On The Floor , by - The Game. Release date: 09.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everybody On The Floor |
| Migos! |
| Bongo, Bombay |
| Fuck up some money some more |
| I’m all in the club with your ho |
| Bad bitches on the pole |
| All this money on the floor |
| Money! |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Fuck up some money some more |
| I’m all in the club with your ho |
| Bad bitches on the pole |
| 50 thousand on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Quavo! |
| Yeah, it’s Migos and Game in the club, nigga |
| Order up a whole dub, nigga, if you’re broke I can’t fuck with yah |
| No way! |
| Broke nigga, only real niggas in my section |
| Thank the Lord for my blessings, I’m drippin' dab, salad dressing |
| When I’m in LA I feel like Blake Griffin |
| Shout out to my trap, niggas in the kitchen |
| You came in with your bitch, now you say she missin' (where?) |
| QC the label and we independent, Quavo the lieutenant |
| Look up in the air, it’s a money shower |
| Look down at my Rollie, can’t tell the hour |
| My diamonds so wet, think I need a towel |
| I’m trappin' a bomb like the Twin Towers |
| When you get money, it come with the power |
| Young nigga came from havin' the sour |
| 3 hoes in the shower |
| Beat it, I kill it, call me Michael Myers |
| Fuck up some money some more |
| I’m all in the club with your ho |
| Bad bitches on the pole |
| All this money on the floor |
| Money! |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Fuck up some money some more |
| I’m all in the club with your ho |
| Bad bitches on the pole |
| 50 thousand on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Fuck up some money some more |
| In the club spillin' Actavis all on my Louboutin toe |
| Young Rich Nation that’s the clothing |
| Young nigga run up a check like Usain Bolt |
| My wrist spinnin' in the pot like a merry go |
| I got the game in the walls of Jericho |
| You niggas rookies and I’m a professional |
| Roll up a Backwood and stuff it with cookie dough |
| Hop out the Bentley, Young Rich Nation |
| Diamonds dancin' soon as a nigga hit the door |
| Throwing up money like a coin toss |
| I bet the bitches go in and hit the floor |
| My niggas, they dogs and they bark like chico |
| Went to Puerto Rico, plug name Enriquo |
| It’s my way, my nigga, but no Carlito |
| Niggas try to bite the swag and I’ma take it back like repo |
| We put that flow in the industry |
| You niggas know and you better remember me |
| I hear y’all bitch ass niggas gossipin' |
| Just call me Elmo cause y’all niggas tickle me |
| All these diamonds look refrigerated |
| It costs 30 thousand just to look at me |
| Drinkin' Actavis, I put a pint off in a can |
| Now we call that oil sheen |
| Fuck up some money some more |
| I’m all in the club with your ho |
| Bad bitches on the pole |
| All this money on the floor |
| Money! |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Fuck up some money some more |
| I’m all in the club with your ho |
| Bad bitches on the pole |
| 5 thousand on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Used to get my chickens from Tijuana |
| So I been fucking with the Migos |
| Yeah nigga it’s killing season, I’m paid in full, I’m rico |
| They tryna hit me with the R.I.C.O, but I’m lowkey with them kilos |
| That 8-Ball's fat as Cee-Lo ‘til they barged in like Chico |
| They ain’t find shit but Nemo, had to take a break like free throws |
| You ain’t get your dick sucked today, that’s no neck, Benzino |
| Left eye in that peephole, got me sipping all on this Clicquot |
| Niggas feel they Debo, put the Glock nine in your ego |
| Yeah I grew up whipping the baking soda |
| Had to shave an onion just to make my quota |
| I was playing ball, knocked out a cop |
| Can’t talk about it ‘cause the case is open |
| Business a game ‘til the rape is open |
| Two desert Eagles, that’s chain smoking |
| Yeah, niggas bark like niggas hard |
| But wanna sue a nigga when his face swollen |
| Hammer on 'em, too legit, Maserati with the kit |
| I got 20−20 vision, I see diamonds on my wrist |
| I see mami with the shit, and she pop it while she strip |
| Everybody taking shots, I’m 2Pac up on the strip, nigga |
| Fuck up some money some more |
| I’m all in the club with your ho |
| Bad bitches on the pole |
| All this money on the floor |
| Money! |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Fuck up some money some more |
| I’m all in the club with your ho |
| Bad bitches on the pole |
| 50 thousand on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everybody on the floor |