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Tank (durrell Babbs) - Money On The Floor Tank (durrell Babbs) - Money On The Floor |
| [Slim Thug:]
Stacks on deck, (deck) money on the floor (floor)
Errybody lookin soon as we hit the door (hunh)
Got a hand full of grands but I'm a need a lot mo (a lot mo)
Cause baby here a diamond I ain't about to let it go (go)
Patron in my cup, (cup) kush fired up, (up)
Security looking at us, whole section wide up (wide up)
Make it hurricane rain like money ain't a thang
Tell them keep the change coming
Me and my hoggs stuntin, chunking stacks in the air
While they sit back and stare (chea)
But I don't really care, you looking at a millionaire
You can catch me in the club, posted vip
With a bunch of bad bitches, all eyes on me
(Hunh)
[Tank:]
I've been known to make the make the money shower
Couple stacks on the table twin towers
I see them duffle bags it's bout to be a ball off
Couple stacks to the first to take it all off
Bottles of patron, she all on me
So I'm a take her down, UFC
I'm a be like, money Mayweather
Money so long, I can do whatever
[Chorus:]
Bitch it's going down, (down) bitch it's going down (down)
Look at all these dollars money all over the ground (ground)
Bitch it's going down (down), bitch it's going down (down)
When I throw this money make the Shawty's crowd around, (round) yeah
It's all eyes on us, (us) cause me and my niggas is throwing money (money)
All over this club, (club) it seem like everywhere you go
It's money on the floor, Floor
Money on the floor, floor
Money on the floor, floor
[Kevin McCall:]
I throw this money, yeah
Pick up the money, 20, 50's and hundreds
They love me yeah,
I'm a walking atm machine,
I-I-If you want more, more,
I got plenty more, more
I'm up on the stage with my shirt off
They ain't even tripping, they know that I do this for a living
[Chorus:]
Bitch it's going down, (down) bitch it's going down (down)
Look at all these dollars money all over the ground (ground)
Bitch it's going down, (down) bitch it's going down (down)
When I throw this money make the Shawty's crowd around,
(Round) yeah
It's all eyes on us, (us) cause me and my niggas is throwing money (money)
All over this club, (club) it seem like everywhere you go
It's money on the floor, floor
Money on the floor, floor
(Yeah put that money on the floor, mister hood in here dog)
Money on the floor, floor
[Ace Hood:]
Ok, now money my cologne, (logne) you can smell the odor (ah)
Make her pop the pussy, (pussy) cherry can soda (oooh)
Got that money on the floor, (da floor) money in the bank (da bank)
Make another 20 for a nigga even blink
Put bout 50 in my tank, (let's go) tell the chauffeur to my penthouse
Hiding behind the curtains, with a bitch name I can't pronounce
I just make her count the money, (da money) pistol tucked by my tummy (bllaaat)
Hundred grand in that louie, (dat louie) bitch I feel like a groupie
Hit the club and make a mess, where the fuck is the janitor
Bitch I run my city, you should build up your stamina
Tell the waiter bring more bottles, rose' and more Moscato
Bust the ones out the package, I just call it my practice
Party like Ray Allen, bitch you with I done had her
Pussy jab her then cab her, sorry now you my laughter
Fuck my neck and my wrist by the way it gliss I make em madder
Do 25 dancers, 10 minutes, they don't matter HEY
[Partial Chorus:]
It's all eyes on us, (us) cause me and my niggas is throwing money (money)
All over this club, (club) it seem like everywhere you go
It's money on the floor, floor
Money on the floor, floor
Money on the floor, floor
Money on the floor
Money on the floor, money, money on the floor
Money on the floor, money, money on the floor
Money on the floor, money, money on the floor.
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