BIG K.R.I.T. - Money On The Floor lyrics

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[Big K.R.I.T.]

Is it me or is it something bout a car

that makes a bad bitch get freaky and fuck 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 then that just keep happening, blame it on all this rapping shit

Ten out of ten, she down to fuck, that's just what my average is

Slab and chassis lavishly, with cabin digi-dash in it, I'm an advocate

Chromed-out wheels, if you hop in here you might jet lag a bit

I'm passionate bout 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, dodging potholes with these tires

Hopping lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang, so let me by

cause I got

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Money-money on the floor, lighters-lighters on the dresser

Drop-drop my top, no one can do it better

Diamonds-diamonds in the leather, wood-wood in the chrome

Bopping-bopping ass hoes just won't leave me alone

[8Ball]

Look, she call me Big Baby, I got my Guccis on

Black on black, head to toe, smelling like Prada cologne

Feeling like big pimping, inhale, exhale

Good green, thick lean, give them bitches X pills

Cocaine make 'em get so loose on them tequila shots

Every time I do it I regret it, the bitch just can't stop

Now she's dancing on the table, skirt done went up to her navel

Niggas throwing money at her, shit, I can't be mad at her

[MJG]

Bring the girl to me then I'ma bless her, yessir

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir

My bitch on the block with some money on her mind

A pistol in her 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 flo'

Forever getting dough and I'm clever on a hoe

I'm still getting Feddi mayne, never be a scary mayne

My DNA is all Ike Turner, Eddie King

[Chorus 2X]

[2 Chainz]

2 Chainz~! Twenty-five lighters (lighters), twenty-five ciphers

Went to jail and shared a cell with a twenty-five to lifer (damn)

Stayed at my grandma house with twenty-five Bibles (true)

Stayed in the trap house with like twenty-five rifles (blahh~!)

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 blowing kisses

Re-reel them hoes in, it look like I'm going fishing

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 gon' ride

All jokes aside, I'm the get money poster child

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