Big K.R.I.T. - Money On The Floor lyrics

[Big K.R.I.T.] Is it me or is it something bout a car that makes a bad b**h get freaky and f** like p**no 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 then that just keep happening, blame it on all this rapping sh** Ten out of ten, she down to f**, that's just what my average is Slab and cha**is lavishly, with 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 pa**ionate bout 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, dodging potholes with these tires Hopping lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang, so let me by cause I got [Chorus 2X: screwed vocals] Money-money on the floor, lighters-lighters on the dresser Drop-drop my top, no one can do it better Diamonds-diamonds in the leather, wood-wood in the chrome Bopping-bopping a** hoes just won't leave me alone [8Ball] Look, 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 b**hes X pills Cocaine make 'em get so loose on them tequila shots Every time I do it I regret it, the b**h just can't stop Now she's dancing on the table, skirt done went up to her navel n***as throwing money at her, sh**, I can't be mad at her [MJG] Bring the girl to me then I'ma bless her, yessir Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir My b**h on the block with some money on her mind A pistol in her purse and a heart full of grind I'm Pimp Tight MJ'! Drop my top, light that 'dro Hand on the wood with the pedal on the flo' Forever getting dough and I'm clever on a hoe I'm still getting Feddi mayne, never be a scary mayne My DNA is all Ike Turner, Eddie King [Chorus 2X] [2 Chainz] 2 Chainz! Twenty-five lighters (lighters), twenty-five ciphers Went to jail and shared a cell with a twenty-five to lifer (damn) Stayed at my grandma house with twenty-five Bibles (true) Stayed in the trap house with like twenty-five rifles (blahh!) 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 Re-reel them hoes in, it look like I'm going fishing Okay this how I ride, two bad hoes inside One hoe say she ready, the other hoe say she tired I'ma drop this other hoe off, me and the other hoe, we gon' ride All jokes aside, I'm the get money poster child [Chorus 2X]