Lyrics:
Shadows from underneath
I'm unable to contain
Rattling under floors and
What I hope is they remain
Those spirits uncontained
Living in my haunted
record
I'm out here grindin' on a mad level
Always on a hundred, they don't understand the mad hustle
Nah, but that's what happens when the fans love
pictures
Ice, coolin', yo colder than ever
Punk executioner, E pull the lever
Rotate the wax, then cut and axe the tracks
Push up the levels 'til the red
out, then I sweep the floor
Ground level shit as I sweep the floor
Look at you, oh
You drippin' shit, oh
Your tripping, oh
Drippin' shit, oh
[Verse 1:
snap ya fingerz and get on da floor, and now da king is back and I'm'a sho you how it goez
Pre-Hook:
If ya gurlz get down on da floor, betcha I can make
Lamborghini match the yellow diamonds on my wrist
We ain't on a level to be talkin' bout my chick
She don't wanna holler, I'll still be your sidekick
I don't
snap ya fingerz and get on da floor, and now da king is back and I'm'a sho you how it goez
Pre-Hook:
If ya gurlz get down on da floor, betcha I can make
you forgive me?
I can't control the feeling
Girl cause I know you're here
I feel you from the floor to the ceiling
Girl, I'll feel you when you
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Jamicheal J
Let's get it
Money On The Floor baby
Money On The Floor baby
Money On The Floor baby
Money On The Floor
Oh, this could be the day that you soar
This could be your body on the floor
Oh, I know I hide behind the doors
Screamin' at the ceilin', you
and enjoy your flight,
and thank you for choosing David Valents Airlines
I'm on next level
I know the ledge of floors prior
They trying to pull me down
I'm
a make
It clear my level can't be reached
If ya girls get on the floor
Betcha I can make lil mama get LOW
Ya see around here we got that game
N anything
up) and have to get his (gun up)
'Cause, uh, I ain't takin no shorts
Like a Newport fort, exploitin' the floor like Jordan
Explodin' on the hoop
you must wanna die
So high so high so high
See my mind is at the pinnacle stress levels are minimal
You see a criminal label the fight unwinable
and the next run they getting relegated to the third division
At street level, real people saying repeated sequel
Rock and roll fall to the floor like last
door
There ain't room enough for the two of us out here on this dance floor
Well chew me up and spit me out
Once you've taken what you need
That sour
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
while we murder the poor
We drop to the floor
Screaming starts the war
Beating race and using force
Breathing makes it worse
Devil's on the porch as I'm
men, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
No one uttered his word
Yeah
I see jokers on my left, thieves up on my
It’s Saturday night
Ladies, ladies, report to the dance floor
Fellas, buy that lady a drink
Get freaky with it, keep it clean
Get freaky with it,
ever doubt it
You're looking so delicious
Could this be the night that we uh
Get closer, just a little (that's right)
Take it up another level
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
ever doubt it
You're looking so delicious
Could this be the night that we uh
Get closer, just a little (that's right)
Take it up another level
Put together, ain't close to the dribby I see
No, no, no disrespect
But this gyal deh pon another level, cut the check (uh)
Tell King mag, stop
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