Letras
Yeaa Mhmm
Yeaa Mhmm
Yeaa Mhmm
Smoke up to the celling, uh money on the floor
Park up in the back but don't knock up on that door
Running out of liquor gotta go straight to the store
Labels taking to long take the hoodlums out on tour
Mhmm, Money on the floor
Mhmm Money the floor
Mhmm, Money on the floor
Mhmm Money the floor
Get my dividends, dinero bitch I get it in
I don't know about them don't come around here be askin shit
We in DTLA met us at Ritz I knew not to go outside and flip-flop since I was a jit
We gone pull up fuck around start a scene
Tell that bitch pull up and tell her shake something for the team
You ain't speakin blues then what the fuck you really mean
Hustle here can't be brought it gotta come up in yo genes
Pedal to the floor I scrap this bitch I can't sit right there I'm in the VIP Yea
Why the fuck do they keep yapping I know these niggas ain't on shit yea
Nigga be tryna use internet tryna portray like they lit yeaaa
Smoke up to the celling, uh money on the floor
Park up in the back but don't knock up on that door
Running out of liquor gotta go straight to the store
Labels taking to long take the hoodlums out on tour
Mhmm Money on the floor
Mhmmm Money the floor
Mhmm Money on the floor
Mhmmm Money the floor
Yeaa Mhmm
Yeaa Mhmm
Yeaa Mhmm
Pick it up it's your its money on the floor
Pick it up it's your its money on the floor
Yeaa Mhmm
Yeaa Mhmm
Yeaa Mhmm
Pick it up it's your its money on the floor
Pick it up it's your its money on the floor
Uhhhhh Uhhhhhh
Mhmmm Mhmmm
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaa