E-40 - Money On the Floor lyrics

[Chorus] I said hey lil momma, what's the deal Talk to me girl I'ma keep it real I've been on you since you walked through the door Now drop it low like there's money on the floor Like there's money on the floor oh Now drop it low like there's Money on the floor oh Yeah, now drop it low like it's money on the floor oh Pick it up girl, pick it up girl Drop it low like there's money on the floor oh Pick it up girl, pick it up, girl Drop it low like it's money on the floor [Verse 1: Too Short] All that s**y dancing, the hair and the dress is so romantic It's so s**ual, wiggle that body girl let it go It's got me intoxicated Like d**, it's got me faded The visual is amazing 3-D digital entertainment The women are beautiful here And they come from everywhere From all over the world Come here, you see the most beautiful girls They make it clap, throw that back Bend over and show that crack That booty is so damn fat How you make it go like that [Chorus x1] [Verse 2: E-40] She a flirt, she look like [?] milk come out when she squirt She don't believe in wearing panties under her skirt No bra under her shirt I like the way she twerk This ya one right here baby this your motivation Make your cheeks applaud like a standing ovation Got my dick hard like incarceration Let me buy you a drink, intostication hello uuaah Ain't nothing square about this hustler here man Give a chick a Chinese name One gone Play head games But you want more, want more Get it real one in your world, it's smacking yo mind Baby girl they call me Earl I rap and I rhyme but I used to sell that swirl That white, white, white candycane and Mother of Pearl Its right, right, right biiitch! [Chorus x1] [Verse 3: Too Short & E-40] [Too Short] I need to penetrate her Hook it up like a generator And make electricity With that booty, she don't miss the beat I don't wanna kiss the freak That a** is just a magical mystery I can't take that sh** Put her on top, she'll break that dick [E-40] Shopaholic, Soho, she got a bada** shape, like Coco She young but her body full of figure You oughtta see her momma they could pa** for sisters, Uh oh For some strange reason I gotta thing There's something about a broad and some white jeans Make her feeling through her pants when she back it up Thicker than the Reese's peanut bu*ter cup biiitch [Chorus x1]