Lyrics:
make sum mo Hit a few Sim swaps now it's on the flo Or we can use the reader writer we can hit the road Bay I'm really getting money I don't never troll
In Miami On The top flo sliding with T4
Cali packs was Comin in I had to get that **** And Go
Dreads hanging low I feel like Skomoney in my Glo
Gotta
surfing
On top of these urgent
Splurges of waves and sea
A couple ms for my bank to see
Mark what do you for money
Disrespected by the blatancy
May not
on that flo
Back on my own
But fuck it
Cuz thats where it all started
Imma rock out by myself
I aint never needed a soul
Im only focused on elevation
But
droppin on tha flo; I wanna make her sweat
Tryna get it 4rm tha back; bend ova touch ya toes
Work it up, take it low, bring it back, gotta c mo
Oooo shit,
droppin on tha flo; I wanna make her sweat
Tryna get it 4rm tha back; bend ova touch ya toes
Work it up, take it low, bring it back, gotta c mo
Oooo shit,
means to get the dough
Remember dreaming about M's
While I was sleeping on the flo
Now I hardly use a bed
Cause it's money on the flo
Taking calls during
Drop it Low like there's money on the Flo'
Then Go ahead & put it on My Face
Freak Nasty. Ho, Freak Nasty
Freak Nasty. Ho, Freak Nasty
Freak Nasty.
mine's blue Flo' so hard even get love from the piru What up? I grew up where these children don't never dream Surrounded by fiends who wanna smoke
leagues fighting against the vacant greed
Then express that by letting lyrics flow like major bleeds
My thoughts they recede in Napa for a day reprieve
Yea
Stuntin like she never did befo
Yeah I really came from struggle but you'll never ever know
Keep my feelings up inside and my pain on the flo
Been through
bout to hitcha wit dis scandal
Clock strikes it's twelve O clock
Bodies movin dance flo's hot
You shake it so dangerous Girl your so dangerous
Looked
Punk bitch think she real smart
Runnin' that G but talk is cheap hoe
Spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up
And come runnin' to see
If
Somebody save me these girls are goin crazy
Ladies comin at me bundle by bundle
I'm in a hoe jungle I'm in a hoe jungle
I'm in a hoe jungle I'm in
determined by emotion
And ima up it whenever I get the notion
Like Bat! Bat!
Nigga get back before you feel it
Highway to heaven get a first class ticket
I
Bitch ina back she a rida its never too late Im suggesting you find one
She cuttin a check even tho I got racks
I don’t find tht a problem
Yk I ain’t
I
Love
It, when, he AYE
Love it when he run it
He be coming up so sudden
Get his bag by any means so don't make 'em pill you muffin
Duckin off in
this pain go in a circle like a cypher
I felt hella pain from people that was jackin' that they was my ridas
I jot all the pain down in my binder
Bitch
bring the bustas they perverted keep ya mouth away
Hit the, hit the stage, bring it, bring it on to the flo'
Stick the money in my lace strap if you
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James, it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was
Beats by Choc
Yeah, 8: 28, that's my, that's my birthday
Too yeah
Rest in peace, granny
I hope when you lookin' down on me
You're seein' the man in
Niggas lookin all in my face
Like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands
And I can't stands no mo'
What is it?
see nothin' but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
Got it off the street movin' bundles and loads
to break it down, I'ma fracture it
My mind is wanderin, I can't find it
But ten times outta ten, my mind on the money
Bandana around my head like I know
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