paroles de chanson Money On The Floor - COUNTERFEIT. , Sugarboy Big T

I got the hit in the back of the Phantom (yeah)
If they want me, they gon take me for ransom
They got a bop, making an anthem
You born with cash, why you throwing a tantrum (just take it)
I just be planning to make it, you just be planning on take it

Money on the floor I'm high (brrah), I be too high I can fly
I be the true never lie, cause we outta here to fight
I ain't get no friends
Real street life no misspends, somebody might get whacked (yeah)
Light a nigga ass up christmas tree
Don't lose your life in these streets
Money on the floor I'm high, I be too high I can fly
I be the true never lie, cause we outta here to fight
I ain't get no friends
Real street life no misspends, somebody might get whacked (yeah)
Light a nigga ass up christmas tree
Don't lose your life in these streets

Pull up no driver's license, the streets don't play no romance
I stack shit, he stacks it too, double cup, baby I am sippin'
Go get the money (yeah)
Another win, ready for action, drugs in my body
My name is on the canvas, yeah (guala)
Ready for action, bag full of money, my name's on the canvas (skurrt)
The game too basic, I'm like fuck it
I bet they know this, we don't post shit
I'm on top whole, gang going crazy
Out from the ghetto, gangster baby
I get paid, let's do the money dance
Feel some type of way, you better get revenge
Stacks on the floor, I'm gettin' busy and high

Money on the floor I'm high (brrah), I be too high I can fly
I be the true never lie, cause we outta here to fight
I ain't get no friends
Real street life no misspends, somebody might get whacked (yeah)
Light a nigga ass up christmas tree
Don't lose your life in these streets (yeah)
Money on the floor I'm high, I be too high I can fly
I be the true never lie, cause we outta here to fight
I ain't get no friends
Real street life no misspends, somebody might get whacked (yeah)
Light a nigga ass up christmas tree
Don't lose your life in these streets (yeah)

Money on the floor, I'm vacant (vacant)
I don't need you or your payment (payment)
I better call up my agent (brr)
Cause Doc, I be losing my patience (the patience)
I got the Patek, got the Phillippe, your song is static
Put me to sleep, let me see you fly fly fly to the sky (sky)
Cutting off the ties like bye bye bye (bye)
I got money on the floor, let's go
I got the cash on the ground, like woah
I feel like I'll fly to the sky (the sky)
Ain't nobody flyer than I (than I), SBT

Let's make it happen, drop a couple thou

On a brand-new cabin, money on the floor, I go (I go)
I ain't your friend or your foe (or foe)
I'm just somewhere in the middle (the middle)
Put all my eggs on the griddle (the griddle)
You put your eggs in one basket
I got the bag and I know where to stash it
Drop another mil' on a brand-new deck
I be playing chess 'cause you know I check
Run me up a check, run another (run another)
You used to be like my brother (my brother)
Now I gotta cut you off (off), Weezy like I gotta cough
Money on the floor, I'm so fly (so fly)
Molly on the floor, you so high (so high)
Money on the floor, I'm so fly (so fly)
Molly on the floor, you so high (so high)

Money on the floor I'm high (brrah), I be too high I can fly
I be the true never lie, cause we outta here to fight
I ain't get no friends
Real street life no misspends, somebody might get whacked (yeah)
Light a nigga ass up christmas tree
Don't lose your life in these streets (yeah)
Money on the floor I'm high, I be too high I can fly
I be the true never lie, cause we outta here to fight
I ain't get no friends
Real street life no misspends, somebody might get whacked (yeah)
Light a nigga ass up christmas tree
Don't lose your life in these streets (yeah)

Yeah, you want smoke, the shit is expensive
I wanna slide, I don't wanna drive
Let the choppa blow, let that stick blow
Kilograms on lock I'm rich off selling dope
Hotboy, dope boy, cannabis cowboy
Street boy, DMB, cocaine cowboy (skurrt)
Coaching my young in the field, "Pep" Guardiola Sala
Real money blow me kisses, yeah I'm married to the guala (brrah)
I'm my own boss, all my lyrics hits
We the fuckin' soldiers with the bitch, brrah (take it)

Sit in the back, in the back, I be planning
You in the back, in the back, you be scamming
Open the gate to the house of success (yeah)
You hate on the people who hope for the best
You hate on the people, nobody left
Robbing me blind so I won't call it theft

Yeah (yeah)