On Da Floor Lyrics

You ain't gettin' bands niggas stop

This new rollie I'm spendin' bands on a watch

Let's go, I just spent a ten on the clock

All that cappin' the F&N get him dropped

On the floor, it's a hundred bands in the trap

UPS all the work I send it cross the map

Get the load, niggas know the plan switch the route

They ain't never on smoke, them niggas running laps

Foreign car kitted, I went bought a new body

Picked up his hoe, it ain't shit he could do bout it

Ring after ring, could've bought me a new audi

Bought me a four, but I get least a two out it

I hit the road, I get load after the load

I got so many hundreds, my youngins gon' shoot bout it

Racks on the floor, I got hoe after hoe

Get whatever she want, I might buy her a new body

Brand new Bauguettis, I put in the wristwatch

Ain't no static with me, tell your bitch stop

Tell the bitch I ain't shit like her nigga

Whatever she want, I can put her on big time

Double back, gotta run to the racks

He ain't havin' no bands what the fuck niggas hatin' for

Can't do time, niggas fold in that room

Just to get him a deal, he start singin' like Ray Charles

In and out, in and out, then we layin' low

Hundreds I got in my pockets, they can't fold

He the plug, we he shoppin' fa bags for

Niggas just hear all these raps and they tag on

Drive the new AMG like a Jaguar

Boys get behind me, I'm takin' it off-road

Come and shop and you get what you payin' for

So many bags, guarantee that it's all sold

She send the lo and I send her the cashapp

Youngins on go, niggas ready to crash out

Start sendin' shots, niggas ready to back out

Turn her a slut, I'ma beat the bitch back down

Yeah, I can see all these fuck niggas capped out

I'm in the club and I'm bringin' them rats out

Youngins on go, niggas ready to crash out

She send the lo and I send her the cashapp

You ain't gettin' bands niggas stop

This new rollie I'm spendin' bands on a watch

Let's go, I just spent a ten on the clock

All that cappin' the F&N get him dropped

On the floor, it's a hundred bands in the trap

UPS all the work I send it cross the map

Get the load, niggas know the plan switch the route

They ain't never on smoke, them niggas running laps

Foreign car kitted, I went bought a new body

Picked up his hoe, it ain't shit he could do bout it

Ring after ring, could've bought me a new audi

Bought me a four, but I get least a two out it

I hit the road, I get load after the load

I got so many hundreds, my youngins gon' shoot bout it

Racks on the floor, I got hoe after hoe

Get whatever she want, I might buy her a new body