J's at my door, I got money on the floor
J-J's at my door, I got money on the floor
J-J's at my door, I got money on the floor
I'm a million dollar nigga on the motherfuckin' low
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor
I got money on the floor (chyeah), I got money on the floor (chyeah)
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor
Gucci in the club, poppin' bands on them hoes (hoes)
Go 'head Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor (oh)
I'm gettin' a table dance by a fine ass ho (ho)
Got me coming back, now I'm trying to find this ho (ho)
I got money on the table, choppa on the dresser
Financially stable, very successful
Money on the marble, redder than a cardinal
Bluer Dodger, blacker than a ninja
Iteneries, calenders, baby, and agendas
Boo, I'll fuck ya, hit ya when I hit ya
Text message, fax, e-mail me send a picture
Gucci Mane, fuck ya girl, go get the pistol
Gucci Mane fucked the world, and its sister
Main bitch left me, I didn't even miss her
Fucked her best friend, she sucked then you kissed her
Fucked her best friend, she sucked me then you kissed her
J's at my door, I got money on the floor
J-J's at my door, I got money on the floor
J-J's at my door, I got money on the floor
I'm a million dollar nigga on the motherfuckin' low
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor
Money on the floor, there's more gualas to count
Got a lot of crack heads trying to get in my house (house)
This ho say she's hungry, put my dick in her mouth
If she helps me hit a lick, then I'm watchin' her out
Down South, gold mouth, ya them birds fly South
Made a half a million dollars in my trap house
I'm a million dollar man, on the low worth eight
Every girl I meet fuck on first date
He on 26's, baby, I'm on eight's
Bart Simpson color diamonds with the red roller skates
Brazilian, chameleon, reptilian forces (damn)
Mustard nine-eight's or the retro Jordan's (money)
If bitches and money was my choices
Then I choose money and move with bosses
If bitches and money was my choices
Then I choose money and move with bosses
J's at my door, I got money on the floor
J-J's at my door, I got money on the floor
J-J's at my door, I got money on the floor
I'm a million dollar nigga on the motherfuckin' low
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor
Mojo told me step my game up
So if I throw up man, shrimp might come up
Chamillion paint, same color of the vomit
80 proof liquor all in my stomach
I'm on the lookout for a big fine woman
Who wanna suck dick and can keep me cumin'
I thug this, love this, never been love sick
But been frost bit, back, back young bitch
Orange Catalina, same color as a Sun kist
Six 12's beat every time the fuckin' drum kick
Burn on the track, so you know it's gon' go
I got half a million dollars on this goddamn floor
J's at my door, I got money on the floor
J-J's at my door, I got money on the floor
J-J's at my door, I got money on the floor
I'm a million dollar nigga on the motherfuckin' low
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor
I got money on the floor, I got money on the floor