Money On The Floor - Big K.R.I.T., 8Ball & MJG, 2 Chainz

Is it me or is it something about a car

That makes a bad b*tch get freaky f*ck 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 that girl just keep having it, the limit on all this rapping sh*t

10 out of 10 she dying to f*ck, that’s just what my average is Slab and chassis lavishly with cabin digit dash in it I’m an advocate

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

I’m passionate about 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, dodgin' potholes with these tires

Hopping lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by Cause I got-

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

Bopping 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 pimping, inhale, exhale

Good green, thick lean, give them b*tches x pills

Cocaine make them get so loose on them tequila shots

Every time I do it I regret it, the b*tch just can’t stop

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

N*ggas throwing money at her, sh*t I can’t be mad at her

You bring the girl to me then I’ma bless her, yessir

25 lighters on my dresser, yessir

My b*tch on the block with some money on her mind

A pistol in her purse and a heart full of grind

I’m pimp type MJ, drop my top, light that dro

Hand on the wood with the pedal on the floor

Forever get dough and I’m clever on the ho Still get vetted man, never be a scary man

My DNA is all Ike Turner, Eddie King

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

Bopping ass hoes just won’t leave me alone

25 lighters, 25 cyphers

Went to jail and shared a cell with a 25-to-lifer

Stayed at my grandma house with 25 bibles

Stayed in the trap house with like 25 rifles

Drop my top and I dip dip dip

But if I pop my trunk you better duck, don’t sniff

Chrome lips on the vehicle look like they blowing kisses

Reel them hoes in, it look like I’m going fishing

Okay this how I ride, two bad hoes inside

One ho say she ready, the other ho said she tired

I’ma drop this other ho off, me and the other ho we gon' ride

All jokes aside I’m the get money poster child

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

Bopping ass hoes just won’t leave me alone