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Money On the Floor

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Is it me or is it something about a car That makes a bad bitch get freaky fuck 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 there just keeps happening, blame it on all this rapping shit 10 out of 10 she dying to fuck, that's just what my average is Slab and chassis lavishly, wood 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 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 Hogging 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 and the leather Wood and the chrome Bopping ass hoes just won't leave me alone Money on the floor Lighters on the dresser Drop my top, no one can do it better Diamonds and the leather Wood and the chrome Bopping ass hoes just won't leave me alone 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 bitches x pills Cocaine make them get so loose on them tequila shots Every time I do it I regret it, the bitch just can't stop Now she's dancing on the table, skirt done went up to her navel Niggas throwing money at her, shit 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 bitch on the block with some money on her mind A pistol in her purse and a heart full of grind


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