The Game

The Game - Everybody On The Floor

rate me

Ft. Migos

(Hook x2)

Fuck up sum' money sum' mo'

I'm all in the club wit your hoe

Bad bitches on the pole

All this money on the floor, money!

Errybody on the floor (x4)

(Verse: Quavo)

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 wit yah

No way! Broke nigga, only real niggas in my section

Thank the Lord fo' my blessings, I'm drippin' dab, salad dressing

When I'm in L.A. I feel like Blake Griffin

Shout out to my trap, niggas in the kitchen

You came in wit 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 wit the power

Young nigga came from havin' the sour, 3 hoes in the shower

Beat it, I kill it, call me Michael Myers

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Takeoff)

Fuck up sum' money sum' mo'

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

Now roll up a Backwood and stuff it wit cookie dough

Hop out that Bentley, I'm rich

And diamonds dancin' soon as a nigga hit the door

Show out the money like a coin toss

I bet the bitches goin' to hit the floor

My niggas, their t.h.o.t.s. and they ball like chico

Went to Puerto Rico, plug name Rico

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 betta remember me

I hear y'all bitch ass niggas gossipin'

Just call me Elmo cuz 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

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Game)

Used to get my chickens from Tijuana so I been fucking wit amigos

Yeah nigga it’s killing season, I’m paid in full, I’m rico

They tryna hit me wit the R.I.C.O, but I’m lowkey wit them kilos

That 8-Ball fat as Cee-Lo till 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 sell they d-bone, 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 cuz the case is open

Business a game till the rape is open

Two desert Eagles, that’s chain smoking

Yeah, niggas bark like niggas hard

But want to sue a nigga when his face swollen

On my own I’m too legit, Maserati wit the kick

I got 20-20 vision, I see diamonds on my wrist

I see mami wit the shit, and she pop it while she strip

Errybody taking shots, I’m too caught up on a strip, nigga

(Hook)

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