HIT THE FLOOR

Aye, aye!
Shush your mother after all, 'cause I don't wanna talk about it
I got hoes that wanna fuck and bands to get so get up outta here
And 200 in the Audi, couple bitches they from Saudi
And I know they talk about me 'cause I keep them bands around me

So, hit the floor! My mans on go
Walk inside the function, droppin' bands on the floor
Matter fact, hit the strip droppin' bands on the go
Hoppin' off the plane, Louis bags at the door, huh
So, hit the floor! My mans on go
Walk inside the function, droppin' bands on the floor
Matter fact, hit the strip droppin' bands on the go
Hoppin' off the plane, Louis bags at the door, huh

Spending all this money like I don't know where'd it go
Heard you tryna find me, you should check in with yo' hoe
Ask around my city they all know that I'm the goat
Shawty can't pick up the phone, my dick all up in her throat, aye
30 round mags in thе stick, let it go
You talk like you with it what you doin' let it go
Now you got me pissеd if you gon' talk then take it slow
'Cause I can almost guarantee that you don't want the fuckin' smoke bitch, huh

You seem to know, yeah
Well, you can talk shit, bro
I-I don't got time to talk

Everybody know that we'd go, hard as fuck like D Rose
Ballin' like a free throw, what you know about it?
Shawty she a freak hoe, and she love to deep throat
Bands on deep, pockets you know my gang keep rockets

So, hit the floor! My mans on go
Walk inside the function, droppin' bands on the floor
Matter fact hit the strip droppin' bands on the go
Hoppin' off the plane, Louis bags at the door, huh
So, hit the floor! My mans on go
Walk inside the function, droppin' bands on the floor
Matter fact hit the strip droppin' bands on the go
Hoppin' off the plane, Louis bags at the door, huh