[Verse 1: Big KRIT]
|
Is it me or is it something about a car
|
That makes a bad bitch get freaky fuck like porno stars?
|
Or maybe it was that chrome that keep a bopper in the zone
|
But either way she hit my phone like she can't leave me lone
|
And that there just keeps happening, the limit on all this rapping shit
|
10 out of 10 she dying to fuck, that's just what my average is
|
Slab and chassis lavishly with cabin digi-dash in it I'm an advocate
|
Chromed out wheels if you hop in here you might jet lag a bit
|
I'm passionate about everything that I want, I do what it do and y'all don't
|
I put the whole world in my trunk, let it bump
|
Check the stars out when I ride, dodgin' potholes with these tires
|
Hopping lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by
|
Cuz I got
|
|
[Hook: Big KRIT] x2
|
Money on the floor
|
Lighters on the dresser
|
Drop my top, no one can do it better
|
Diamonds and the leather
|
Wood and the chrome
|
Bopping ass hoes just won't leave me alone
|
|
[Verse 2: 8-Ball]
|
She call me big baby, I got my Guccis on
|
Black on black, head to toe, smelling like Prada cologne
|
Feeling like big pimping, inhale, exhale
|
Good green, thick lean, give them bitches x pills
|
Cocaine make them get so loose on them tequila shots
|
Every time I do it I regret it, the bitch just can't stop
|
Now she's dancing on the table, skirt done went up to her navel
|
Niggas throwing money at her, shit I can't be mad at her
|
|
[Verse 3: MJG]
|
You bring the girl to me then I'mma bless her, yessir
|
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir
|
My bitch on the block with some money on her mind
|
A pistol in her purse and a heart full of grind
|
I'm pimp type MJ, drop my top, light that dro
|
Hand on the wood with the pedal on the floor
|
Forever get dough and I¡¯m clever on the ho
|
Still get vetted man, never be a scary man
|
My DNA is all Ike Turner, Eddie King
|
|
[Hook: Big KRIT] x2
|
Money on the floor
|
Lighters on the dresser
|
Drop my top, no one can do it better
|
Diamonds and the leather
|
Wood and the chrome
|
Bopping ass hoes just won't leave me alone
|
|
[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
|
25 lighters, 25 cyphers
|
Went to jail and shared a cell with a 25-to-lifer
|
Stayed at my grandma house with 25 bibles
|
Stayed in the trap house with like 25 rifles
|
Drop my top and I dip dip dip
|
But if I pop my trunk you better duck, don't sniff
|
Chrome lips on the vehicle look like they blowing kisses
|
Reel them hoes in, it look like I'm going fishing
|
Okay this how I ride, two bad hoes inside
|
One ho say she ready, the other ho said she tired
|
I'mma drop this other ho off, me and the other ho we gon ride
|
All jokes aside I'm the get money poster child
|
|
[Hook: Big KRIT] x2
|
Money on the floor
|
Lighters on the dresser
|
Drop my top, no one can do it better
|
Diamonds and the leather
|
Wood and the chrome
|
Bopping ass hoes just won't leave me alone
|
|
-----------------
|
Money On The Floor
|
Big K.R.I.T. |