Tank - Money On The Floor lyrics
rate meFt. Slim Thug, Kevin McCall & Ace Hood
Stacks on deck, money on the floor
Everybody looking soon as we hit the dough
Got a hand full of grands but I’ma need a lot more
Cause baby here diamond I ain’t about to let it go
Patron in my cup, kush fried up,
Security looking at us, whole section wide up
Making hurricane rain like money ain’t a thang
Tell them keep the change coming
Me and my house stun, chopping stacks in the air
While they sit back and stare
But I don’t really care, you looking at a millionaire
You can catch me in the club, posted vip
With a bunch of bad bitches, all eyes on me
I’ve been on to make the, make the money shower
Girl put stacks on the table, twin towers
I see enough of bags, about to be a ball off
Girl put stacks to the first take it all off
Bottles of patron, she all on me
So I’ma take her down, UFC
I’ma be like, money Mayweather
Money so long, I can do whatever
Bitches going down, bitches going down
Look at all these dollars … all over the ground
Bitches going down, bitches going down
When I throw this money … Shawty’s…grind, yeah
It’s all eyes on us, it’s me and my niggers is throwing money
All over this club, it seem like everywhere you go
It’s money on the floor, floor
Money on the floor, floor
Money on the floor, floor
I throw this money, yeah
Pick up the money, 20, 50’s and hundreds
They love me yeah,
I’m a walking atm machine,
If you want more, more,
I got plenty more, more
I’ma … the stage with my shirt off
They ain’t even tripping, they know that I do this for a living
Bitches going down, bitches going down
Look at all these dollars … all over the ground
Bitches going down, bitches going down
When I throw this money … Shawty’s…grind, yeah
It’s all eyes on us, it’s me and my niggers is throwing money
All over this club, it seem like everywhere you go
It’s money on the floor, floor
Money on the floor, floor
Yeah put that money on the floor, mister…
Money on the floor, floor
Ok, now money my cologne, you can smell the odor
Make her pop the pussy, cherry can soda
Got that money on the floor, money in the bank
Make another 20 for a nigger even blank
Pour about 50 in my tank, tell the chauffeur to my penthouse
Hiding behind the curtains, with a bitch name I can’t pronounce
I just make her count the money, just don’t talk about my …
Hundred grand in that louie, bitch I feel like a groupie
Hit the club and make a mess, where the fuck is the janitor
Bitch I run my city, you should build up your stamina
Tell the waiter bring more bottles, rose and more Moscato
Bust the ones out the package I just call it my practice
Party like Ray Allen, bitch…
Pussy jab her then cab her, sorry now you my laughter
Fuck my neck and my wrist… I make the matter
…10 minutes, they don’t matter
It’s all eyes on us, it’s me and my niggers is throwing money
All over this club, it seem like everywhere you go
It’s money on the floor, floor
Money on the floor, floor
Money on the floor, floor
Money on the floor, mon, money on the floor
Money on the floor, mon, money on the floor
Money on the floor, mon, money on the floor.
