Money on the Floor

[Verse 1: Big KRIT]

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 down 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

Shake the stars up when I ride, dodgin' potholes with these tires

Hogging lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by

Cuz I got --

[Chorus: Big KRIT]

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

[Verse 2: 8-Ball]

She call me big baby, I got my Guccis on

Black on black, head to toe, smelling like Prada cologne

Feeling like big pimpin', 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

[Verse 3: MJG]

You bring the girl to me then I'ma bless her, test her

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

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

[Chorus: Big KRIT]

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

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]

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 slip

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

[Chorus: Big KRIT]

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