Put It On The Floor ft. Chicago Santana Lyrics

What? YC

Told her Keep her keep puhh inna, yeah, told her, told her

YC on this mothafucka

Look, keep your pussy in the plastic, nothin' bout it brand new

Paid $40, 40 times, shit is ran' through

Niggas cryin' over bitches, man, that bitch is old news

Throwin' ones on these hoes, is some shit we don't do

Man, you call that bitch your girl, sorry to tell you she's a ho

This that $40 shit, just in case you didn't know

Broke bitches swear they lit, rich bitches swear they know

If Chicago say it's on the floor, it's really on the floor, bitch

YC, you done? Hell nah, I ain't done

Just walked in the door with another 304

Call career from Detroit, man, he say it's on the floor

Keep your pussy in the plastic, nothin' bout it brand new

Gotta spit, start the engine, then that pussy ain't for you

Man, all these bitches hoes gotta find the one for you

Hold on, hold on, that's Chicago

Ayy, I see you, nigga

You walkin' in with another 304

Ayy, talk to him

Let's go

Chicago

Bad bitches fuck me when they see me, they don't speak

It don't matter, I got hoes flyin' in like every week

Last year was in my prime, but right now I'm in my peak

Cocaine Done took over, got the pretty bitches geek

She fucked me last year, she think this dick brand new

I done really lost my conscience, you could kill his mother too

304, I swing my door and I be trappin' like a fool

And my blood, bitch, mad cause every text I send is blue my bad

Chicago

YC on this motherfucka