Money on the Flo

Lyrics

[Chorus: Damedot] Money on the kitchen table, money on the floor My team don't move unless the money on the floor Count the pills on the table, count the money on the floor All we do is grind until it's money on the floor Every time my phone ring, it be money on the floor Don't worry 'bout a strike, put some money on the floor Boy, get a bag and get some money on the floor If it's 'bout my team, plenty money on the floor [Verse 1: Damedot] Lookin' at a Rollie watch, it say it's 'bout 10 I reachеd in the stash, I pulled out about ten (Tеn bands) I walked in Benihanas, said I'm seatin' 'bout ten Told the waitress give me ten, my bitch waitin' on her friend (Hold on) Goin' dumb in Saks, I bought 'bout thirty pair of pants So many bags, I need 'bout thirty pair of hands I make pros, you still borrow from your mans Last week I went to Michael's, spent a droptop Benz Last in the Porsche, hit the trap in a Jag' (Yeah) Started from a quarter, moved up to a half (I got it) I started stashin' dollars, now I need another stack Swear I spent a 'bow of kush on Air Maxes, do the math (You add it up) You worried 'bout a bitch? Lil' nigga, get your cash (Get some money) Niggas really bitches, I guess you could call 'em strats (They hoes) We really 'bout our cash, boy, show us to the bag (Where it's at?) If you try to run off, I'ma show you to the bag [Chorus: Damedot] Money on the kitchen table, money on the floor My team don't move unless the money on the floor Count the pills on the table, count the money on the floor All we do is grind until it's money on the floor Every time my phone ring, it be money on the floor Don't worry 'bout a strike, put some money on the floor Boy, get a bag and get some money on the floor If it's 'bout my team, plenty money on the floor [Verse 2: Peezy] I heard it's money on the floor, well, let me get out my sleep (Get up) I'm tryna stack enough so I can get us out the streets (Almost there) I squashed it for a week, I ain't forget about the beef Rolled down a nigga street and hit the house while he was sleep Walkin' out the Louis store, just me, Mimi and Duck (What up, boy?) Seen some bitches leavin' no but they leavin' with us I gotta make a sale, bitch, hurry up, I'm in a rush (Bitch) Left the parking lot flyin', man, this bitch [?] (Skrrt) Told me said she spendin' as a ride up out a driver (Bitch) They wonder how I get it and I ain't never had a job? (Never had a job) Four nickel we spinnin' just in case they try to rob (What up, nigga?) AR got the scope on it unless they try to hide Granny almost caught me baggin' kush, I'm tryna hide (Oh shit) Thought my cousin told, come to find out it was the loud Niggas gettin' shot, we goin' to fight, I swear to God And that's for any nigga who got a problem with the squad, put some money on the floor [Chorus: Damedot] Money on the kitchen table, money on the floor My team don't move unless the money on the floor Count the pills on the table, count the money on the floor All we do is grind until it's money on the floor Every time my phone ring, it be money on the floor Don't worry 'bout a strike, put some money on the floor Boy, get a bag and get some money on the floor If it's 'bout my team, plenty money on the floor Money on the floor [Verse 3: Team Eastside Snoop] I need a trash bag, all this money on the rug If I don't make it back double, then I'm runnin' on the plug If you run off with mines, then you runnin' from some slugs Take my bitch OT, stash the work up in her Uggs (Uggs) Plug just called, said he at the bus station Bitch just called, said I'm actin' dumb, Navy (My bad) I told her I've been busy, we ain't never bustin' eighties But when I'm done with this, ain't gotta sign no boy in Macys Remember one drought, I was payin' twenty-eight Supposed to leave thirty-six, but it was only twenty-eight (Damn) Supposed to be all hard, twenty-eight if it was safe Twenty-two percent right, the other twenty-eight is great If I ever fall off, I could start bag robbin' When I get twenty-eights, I'ma start bag drivin' (Bitch) Feds on my ass, so I started bag countin' When they pull me up, I'ma start back robbin' [Chorus: Damedot] Money on the kitchen table, money on the floor My team don't move unless the money on the floor Count the pills on the table, count the money on the floor All we do is grind until it's money on the floor Every time my phone ring, it be money on the floor Don't worry 'bout a strike, put some money on the floor Boy, get a bag and get some money on the floor If it's 'bout my team, plenty money on the floor Money on the floor