CORTE ELLIS - Money On The Floor (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Stuntin like a muh'fucker

I be I be I be, I be on that on that (Slaughterhouse!)

On that on that on that on that

Yo, million dollar +Playboy+, bunny ears and all

The reason for the long ears, money hears it all

She say "I love you papa, " then I grab my chopper

Tell her pull over to box the lights, honey here's the mall

(Money on the floor) I tear it down wall-to-wall

If I'm not spendin Kobe paper at least I'm Pau Gasol

I spend to live lavish, I get to the cabbage

I'm sicker than average, I'll give your chick my stimulus package, uhh

I got a lot of cars, got a lot of jewels

Spend a lot of money women say I act a fool

When I'm in the club, bottles in my hand

Stuntin like a (muh'fucker) watch me do my do my do my (dance)

Is this your girl? Cause homie if it is

Get her from my table cause you know what it is

I'm tryin to get her home, when she done with that Patrón

She don't pick up the phone, then you know what's goings on

She lookin at my watch, and not just for the time

Attracted to the shine, she attracted to the grind

I'm 'bout to make her mine, then get up in her mind

Then get up in her spine, man she better recognize I got

(Got) Money on the floor (got) money on the floor

(Got) Money on the floor (got) money on the floor

(Got) Money on the floor (got) money on the floor

You get that girl? I get that girl; you get that girl? I get that girl

Okay, uhh, get this paper, uhh

Look, look look; she told me she couldn't help it

So then it's a overload maybe somethin you gon' need help with

Like soon as we weld it (ohh)

Heated up, melt it (or) beat it up, welt it

When she scream that she never felt it I knew it's a job I well did

I ain't on no wealth shit but the V is like a stealth shit

(Or) Or aircraft, my share cash got her near fast

Way she wear that, I threw the dough in the air

Enough to keep you off that blow for a year, let's get it clear

Joey!

Nickel (woo!)

Nickel-Nine I'm so ghetto, fo', metal

Walk around on money like I'm Akeem and them dollars is rose petals

And I keep that dough handy - that sweet smell of money

I sniff it, I get high, I call it nose candy

Mama take a flick – 20 thousand on me

Every G that's in my pocket separated by a paper clip

Every G that's with me separated by a AK clip

We 'bout that white, okay-K-K

Step back, my niggaz throwin

Uhh, first it starts in my pockets in thick rubber bands

Then it makes it's way to the bar next to my cup of Grand

Marnier, wish it would stay there but it can't parlay

When it sees a runway, it takes flight, and lands by they lingerie

Especially when they body's sweet like, crème brûlée

And that booty puts they thong away

I'm havin fun, all you haters can keep lookin

Matter fact, don't keep on lookin, I'm from Brooklyn

We gon' end up puttin money on the flo'

Now what I'm 'posed to do, with all this money

Ridin in a spaceship, they look at me funny

Donald Trump money, that Bill Gates money

Warren Buffett money, can't take nuttin from me

Now what I'm 'posed to do, with all this money

Ridin in a spaceship, they look at me funny

Donald Trump money, that Bill Gates money

Warren Buffett money, can't take nuttin from me, ohh