money on the floor lyrics – big krit

money on the floor
(feat. 8ball & mjg, 2 chainz)

[big k.r.i.t.]
is it me or is it something bout a car
that makes a bad b*tch get freaky and f*ck like p*rno 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 sh*t
ten out of ten, she down to f*ck, that’s just what my average is
slab and ch*ssis 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 p*ssionate 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 b*mp
check the stars out when i ride, dodging potholes with these tires
hopping lanes, sw*ng and bang in a ‘stang, so let me by
cause i got

[chorus 2x: screwed vocals]
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 *ss hoes just won’t leave me alone

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 b*tches x pills
cocaine make ’em 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*gg*s throwing money at her, sh*t, i can’t be mad at her

bring the girl to me then i’ma bless her, yessir
twenty-five 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 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 (d*mn)
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

[chorus 2x]

/ big krit lyrics