Lyrics
(Eazy)
You was smart for that
If it's money on the floor, ****, send a lo'
Look
If it's money on the floor, tell 'em, "Send a lo'"
And whatever **** need, I could get you what you want (****)
We just sent a hundred P's and we sendin' more
Tracin' bags for a Patek, now we beatin' up the road
They just sent another bag for another show
My bitch ain't never been pressed about a motherfuckin' ho (****)
I need the high for these bags, but got them for the low
So it better be some money if you blowin' up my phone, I need a lift
Ayy, look, bitch, I'm comin' drip down in some high fashion
The street's over, I be seeing **** white flaggin'
Fuck flexin', why show it? I don't like braggin'
And the marble counters in my house with the white cabinet
Need a bad bitch smellin' good and she cook breakfast
A young **** gettin' money but I'm still steppin'
And if we really had a problem, then you wouldn't have texted
These **** only saying blims, they don't send a message
Every since I started rappin', I been gettin' paper
And they can act like they don't see me, you's a fucking hater
The Drac' got a green beam or a fuckin' laser
Way before this rap shit, we was pullin' capers
If lil' Easy on the beat, then we ain't gotta mix it
I know a **** dead broke but he say he pimpin'
Free Keef out that bitch, that's my fuckin' hit stick
We finna wake they ass up, they gon' have to listen (****, ayy)
If it's money on the floor, tell 'em, "Send a lo'"
And whatever **** need, I could get you what you want (****)
We just sent a hundred P's and we sendin' more
Tracin' bags for a Patek, now we beatin' up the road
They just sent another bag for another show
My bitch ain't never been pressed about a motherfuckin' ho (****)
I need the high for these bags, but got them for the low
So it better be some money if you blowin' up my phone, I need a lift
Ayy, and if it's really on the floor, I'ma ante up
I ain't never to the neck, baby got it in her fanny clutch
If a **** talkin' down, we gon' stand him up (Ayy)
And I ain't goin' back and forth, tell that bitch, "Get your bands up"
Ayy, ayy, beatin' down the block with this 26
Bro ain't even have no Quagen, all that **** had was Tris
Throwin' shots from up the street but that **** missed
I'll do it by myself, I don't hardly send a blitz
I did the Beno Wrld shorts with the Prada sneaks
She cook and clean every day, she ain't gotta say she proud of me
It's forty-seven pounds in this odyssey
And I been runnin' up a bag, I can promise ain't no stoppin' me
Them EMPIRE checks comin' every month
That boy just rappin', he ain't gettin' to that chicken like us
Even if I'm feelin' down, I can run it up
They knew my **** wasn't playin' when we left with (Ayy, look, ayy)
If it's money on the floor, tell 'em, "Send a lo'"
And whatever **** need, I could get you what you want (****)
We just sent a hundred P's and we sendin' more
Tracin' bags for a Patek, now we beatin' up the road
They just sent another bag for another show
My bitch ain't never been pressed about a motherfuckin' ho (****)
I need the high for these bags, but got them for the low
So it better be some money if you blowin' up my phone, I need a lift (Clown, ****, look)
Written by: ZayBang
