On The Floor ft. Lotto Rocket Lyrics

Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me

Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me

Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me

Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie

Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me

Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me

Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me

Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie

It's on the floor bitch you looking at the ceiling then

I should need a passport for the whip I'm in

Brand new foreign that I bet I get ya bitch up in

Ask her who she bank with, she got' send it in

We was tryna get it in, Lotto not no minute man

I'm the type to hit a gatorade and then I hit again

I be going ape shit, bananas on the stick again

If I get to trippin, they like Lotto off them pills again

Just hit for bills again, my best friend Benjamin

If she don't do it right, she can't gimme neck again

Gang in this bitch so you know we brought some weapons

Blood on the bottom of my shoes that I'm steppin' in

Fuck a Stephen I got 50, Cole Anthony

He ain't gang if he ain't gettin' bands with me

Make the wrong move and this shit gon' end tragically

Mad I had his bitch run it up and bring it back to me

Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me

Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me

Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me

Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie

Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me

Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me

Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me

Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie

Steppin' in, lemme in

I came for the money

Benjamin, F&N

I'm finna go dummy

Presidents represent what I want from it

And if you talm bout my city then you know that I run it

Bitch I'm on

And you can tell 'em that I mean that

Pussy so good, I might tell her that I need that

I lean back

And hit the gas then I speed pass

Runnin' thru this money, show me where the money trees at

Yea

I guess I'm back on my bullshit

Told my momma that the next one gotta get a full clip

No Bullshit

Look, we been blowin' on that good shit

Lately I be really on that wishing that they would shit

Aye

And I'm the word around town

Bad bitch ridin' shotgun, slidin' around

Now bounce

And lemme see you go and shake it

Body look good, prolly better when you naked

Still feelin' like the man when I walk thru

Fuck a bitch, it don't matter who I talk to

Need a pack, then you know they finna call Scoob

I just think it's funny how I rap and I ball too

Look

Prolly never learn my lesson

Grandma praying for me, that's a different typa blessin'

Aye

And it's some shit you can question

Roll another blunt, bitch you know I ain't stressin'

Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me

Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me

Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me

Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie

Hunnids on the floor but I still got a loaf on me

Told my brother that I'm praying he don't fold on me

Shit real, boy I gotta keep a pole on me

Bring the heat cause this life gettin' cold homie