Ian - On the Floor lyrics
Ian Ferguson [Ian O'Neill Smith] St. Louis, Missouri/Dallas, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ian - On the Floor lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, 'Sace suits out this Rolls, we look like the Italian Mob
'Sace shoes, 'Sace robe make my crib feel like the spa
Not no bag, I can't go, I need ten upon arrival
Contraband in my truck, so I'm careful when I'm drivin', huh
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want (Throw it)
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh
Windows tinted, Forgiato, fucked her with four hoes inside it
B-Buenos días, hola, Mami, maybe I could call you Wifey
Change the pace, I take her down to SoHo, got your ho excited
Italiano leather jacket, this shit cost a fuckin' Audi
They like, "Why is ian blowin' up?" Bitch, y'all the one who did it
I don't hear him talkin' 'bout no funds, I'm probably not gon' listen
You don't make them pockets big as fuck, I'm probably not gon' fit 'em
I just bought some brand-new Jordan 1s, I can't even touch the rim
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh
Just wondering, what-what is it like seeing this right now?
Shit, you tell me
Head rushin', face hotLouis store, playtime
Furry coat, Maison
Ten pairs, same kind
We can't wine and dine, baby
This a one-and-done, baby
I'm just not the one for you
I'm too low on time or somethin'
Listen, probably chop somethin' up, but I'm not makin' friends with your ass, it's just how it is
Whenever this shit get ugly, I gotta pretend to be happy, you know how it is
But if you see a chance for us, say somethin', baby, 'cause I got no idea
I'm pushin' this Phantom hard, drivin' this ho like I ain't pass my test
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want (Throw it)
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon (Throw it)
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh
'Sace shoes, 'Sace robe make my crib feel like the spa
Not no bag, I can't go, I need ten upon arrival
Contraband in my truck, so I'm careful when I'm drivin', huh
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want (Throw it)
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh
Windows tinted, Forgiato, fucked her with four hoes inside it
B-Buenos días, hola, Mami, maybe I could call you Wifey
Change the pace, I take her down to SoHo, got your ho excited
Italiano leather jacket, this shit cost a fuckin' Audi
They like, "Why is ian blowin' up?" Bitch, y'all the one who did it
I don't hear him talkin' 'bout no funds, I'm probably not gon' listen
You don't make them pockets big as fuck, I'm probably not gon' fit 'em
I just bought some brand-new Jordan 1s, I can't even touch the rim
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh
Just wondering, what-what is it like seeing this right now?
Shit, you tell me
Head rushin', face hotLouis store, playtime
Furry coat, Maison
Ten pairs, same kind
We can't wine and dine, baby
This a one-and-done, baby
I'm just not the one for you
I'm too low on time or somethin'
Listen, probably chop somethin' up, but I'm not makin' friends with your ass, it's just how it is
Whenever this shit get ugly, I gotta pretend to be happy, you know how it is
But if you see a chance for us, say somethin', baby, 'cause I got no idea
I'm pushin' this Phantom hard, drivin' this ho like I ain't pass my test
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want (Throw it)
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon (Throw it)
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh
