Big K.R.I.T., 8Ball, MJG, 2 Chainz - Money on the Floor lyrics

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 check the stars out when I ride
Dodgin' potholes with these tires
Hogging lanes
Swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by
Cuz 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

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'mma 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

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

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'mma drop this other ho off
Me and the other ho we gon ride
All jokes aside I'm the
Get money poster child

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