Money On The Floor Lyrics- Big K.R.I.T.

Money On The Floor Lyrics- Big K.R.I.T.
(Feat. 8ball & Mjg & 2 Chainz)

Is it me or is something 'bout a car
That makes a bad bitch get freaky fuck like porno stars
Or maybe it was that chrome that keep a bopper in the zone
The way she hit my phone, like she can't leave me 'lone
And nigga that just keep happenin', livin on all this rappin shit
Ten out of ten she down to fuck, that's just what my average is
Slappin chests and laughin shit, with Kevin digit dashin it
I'm an advocate, chrome dot wheels if you hop in here, you might just like it bitch
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 fall
Check the stars out when I ride
Dodge the pot holes with these tires
Hoppin lanes in this thang with the stain
Let me vibe..cause I (got)

(Chorus 2x)
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
Bobbin 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 pippin', inhale, exhale
Good green, thick, 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 navel
N*ggas throwing money at her
Shit I can't be mad at her

If you bring the girl I need and I'mma bless her,test her (tes'ha)
25 lighters on my dresser, yessuh
My bitch on the block, with some money on her mind
A pistol in the purse and a heart full of grind
I'm ... type, MJ, drop my top, light that dro
Hand on the wood with the pedal on the floor
Forever gettin dough and I'm forever on a hoe
Still getting fedi man, never be a scary man
My DNA is all Ike Turner, Eddie Kane

(Chorus 2x)
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
Bobbin ass hoes just won't leave me alone

25 lighters, 25 cyphers
Went to jail and shudda said I woulda 25 to life'a
Stayed at my grandma I read 25 Bibles
Stayed in the traphouse with like 25 rifles
Drop my top and I dip dip dip
And if 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 goin' fishin'
Okay this how I ride
Two 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 gone ride
All jokes aside, I'm the get money poster child

(Chorus 2x)
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
Bobbin ass hoes just won't leave me alone

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