[Intro] Izze The Producer
Yeah, yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
Yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
Yeah (yup), yeah, yeah
Ayy fire that weed up man, ayy
[Chorus] Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got a** galore
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (f** it)
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a who*e (it’s Dolph)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
The feds in the hood, this sh** got me paranoid (whoa)
[Verse 1] The feds in the hood (whoa)
And I heard they taking pictures, let me knock on wood (sh**)
I hope those folks don’t come and get us
Talkin’ a** b**h (shut up)
I cut her off, didn’t need no scissors (nah)
Nah I don’t like that n***a (f** ’em)
So I f**ed his sister (yeah yeah)
I’m tripple blessed, so today I’m rockin’ a jesus piece (yeah yeah)
Pull out my garage in some sh** you drive on Need for Speed (yeah yeah)
I gave her a job at my traphouse sackin’ up P’s (trap)
Fur across my back, Balenciagas on my feet (swag)
Go and get a sack young n***a, and be all you can be (uh-huh)
I spent two hundred stacks on a coupe with two seats (uh-huh)
I used to go to sleep hungry, didn’t have sh** to eat (remember that?)
Now I gotta smoke a blunt of weed just to eat
[Chorus] Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got a** galore
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (f** it)
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a who*e (it’s Dolph)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
The feds in the hood, this sh** got me paranoid (whoa)
[Verse 2] Patek Philippe with residue on it (uh, yeah, yeah)
These diamonds they hit every time I move, don’t it, uh, uh
You can’t eat with me if you ain’t hungry (nah)
I keep some sh** up my sleeve and it always got something to do with money (know that)
I’m throwin’ money on Monday (yup)
I got the b**h off the runway (yup)
Boy you know I’m about gunplay (yup)
Then go pay my tithes on Sunday (thank you God)
I might stop pimpin’ one day (yeah)
I might stop sippin’ one day (damn)
I got so high I’m goin’ the wrong way on the f**in’ one way
The way I put this sh** on me, they be like how do he do it? (hah)
Don’t you bring that b**h ’round me my n***a, ’cause you might lose her (yeah)
She told me that she wanna smoke a blunt and f** to my music (yeah)
Then she gave me head and told me I should go make a movie, ah
[Chorus] Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got a** galore
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (f** it)
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a who*e (it’s Dolph)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
The feds in the hood, this sh** got me paranoid (whoa)