On the Flo

Lyrics

[Intro] (Coach me, Joey) (Okay, KMoney) [Chorus: Molly Brazy & Vae Vanilla] Is the swipes on the floor? Is the work in the sky? I don't know, but the feds out here tryna indict If the opps on the floor, is you gon' hop in and slide? Hell yeah, I'm down to bust a bitch head with a bottle We takin' trips to Miami, then hittin' Cali on the first Slow down, Molly, let me get this bag off first My bad, Vae, I'm just tryna hit the mall and splurge Yeah, I know, let me call you back, I'm bustin' a swerve [Verse 1: Vae Vanilla] Phone goin' crazy, everybody want the sauce Every bitch wanna run with the G.O.A.T., but didn't walk Hit a hundred stores without thе cashier tryna talk I'm just sayin', I took risks to turn myself into a boss Got flicked onе time, heart dropped, work with me But the nigga let me go 'cause he was tryna flirt with me I talk in codes like we gon' hit the site and buy gloves But my nigga ain't stupid, already know we 'bout to punch I'll blow a loose twenty and still be comfortable You couldn't walk a mile in my white Dior runner shoes Run off with my bag, let the .223s fumble you Ten on your head, I'll send a nigga out to humble you [Chorus: Molly Brazy & Vae Vanilla] Is the swipes on the floor? Is the work in the sky? I don't know, but the feds out here tryna indict If the opps on the floor, is you gon' hop in and slide? Hell yeah, I'm down to bust a bitch head with a bottle We takin' trips to Miami, then hittin' Cali on the first Slow down, Molly, let me get this bag off first My bad, Vae, I'm just tryna hit the mall and splurge Yeah, I know, let me call you back, I'm bustin' a swerve [Verse 2: Molly Brazy] Cute face, but 'bout it, put a nigga on a tee I got killers that'll run up in your house fuckin' with me I'll fuck the check up, re-up, and go repeat That's just a light flex, picture I do this every week Wouldn't believe what I spent on this shirt, but didn't wear My DMs full of niggas, I be spinnin' like a fair You let your mans front, you ain't pay me, bitch, you embarrassed You had the opps' addy and ain't slide, bro, you scary This Cuban on my neck more than your petty-ass whip Was gettin' it out the mud with ten P's we made quick I'll blow your whole life savings in one trip You talkin' shit, but trust I ain't the one to talk it with [Chorus: Molly Brazy & Vae Vanilla] Is the swipes on the floor? Is the work in the sky? I don't know, but the feds out here tryna indict If the opps on the floor, is you gon' hop in and slide? Hell yeah, I'm down to bust a bitch head with a bottle We takin' trips to Miami, then hittin' Cali on the first Slow down, Molly, let me get this bag off first My bad, Vae, I'm just tryna hit the mall and splurge Yeah, I know, let me call you back, I'm bustin' a swerve