Playboi Carti - Floor lyrics

You know
You better stop acting like that nigga
I don’t, I don’t really, you better stop act-
Matter of fact
Fuck- you better stop acting like that bitch
Not even playing that shit
I got, I got, nigga the f-
Bitch ass nigga, before I push his ass yeah
Everybody got guns nigga
But it’s all about who, you
Are you ready to die nigga? I am
Check it out aye you got some lean bro?
Check it out (What?) check it out
Check it out (What?) i’m running out
Check, check, check (What?)


I'm repping them big B's
I got a bitch who repping them big B's
I'm up at Mean's Street, smoking that dope
I came wit a few P’s
I got the bit wit her buddy, then slutted her
I call that lil bit a lil thotty
Fucked the lil bit wit her buddy
Her buddy done wanted to come suck me
Dracula shit, biting her neck
She sucking the dick
Shorty be dancing, shorty be dancing
I’m taking chances, I’m taking chances
Shorty be dancing, shorty be dancing
Diamonds be dancing, bitches be dancing
My money is dancing, my money is dancing
My car is dancing, cars dancing
Cars is dancing, diamonds be dancing
My money be dancing, bitches be dancing
Walk in the club, all of them dancing
Maison Margiela, rocking Raf Simons
I’m on the block with the cannon
I’m in the pit with the cannon
Shawty got, shawty got
Shawty got hoes like a campus
You cuffing that bit'? Well damn
That bit' in my standards
Run it up, standards, bad bitch, standards
Suck dick, all day, love her, ManMan, man
Up that dope hoe
I got extra dope, by Santana hoe
Dropped a lot of stills from like yesterday
K, okay, kay, kay, kay yeah, yeah
Interstate, ice on a hoe
Drop that bitch and then shift
Bring ‘em out, we ain’t gon let you down
Don’t let me down, if I friend you now
(Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Bitch)