On the Flo
Riding around in some shit you can't afford
Bitch this ain't no Polo
Yeah this shit Tom Ford
If I lend you money, then I need it times four
Better get yo hustle on
The money on the flo
It's on the flo
I gotta go
The only thing I'm worried about is the pros
You probably stupid worried bout all dem hoes
I'm in the cut tryna pick out the poles
I'm tryna pick it up
Tryna go and set it down
I had to paint that lil bitch face
Like a fucking clown
And then I had to go spin the the block 'round
And 'Round
And around again just to catch the clown
Because he was talking all that shit
Like shit was fucking sweet
So I had to get em
Yeah I hit em with that fucking heat
Toaster on me
Like I stay up in the fucking kitchen
Only thing I'm worried 'bout is them fucking digits
In my mind, a nigga been tripping
But the laces tied
These niggas talking
But they switching sides
Look me in my eyes
Tell me if I'm faded
I pour that 2 on that 4
Like I'm Kobe I just played it
Put it on the scale
I just weighed it
Send em up some plays
That a nigga gon flip in two ways
I hit the phone with that nigga Ru
He got some plays and we spin the block
We hit him oops
We hit his brain
Send em up to Pac too
And tell that nigga that we said hi too
Riding around in some shit you can't afford
Bitch this ain't no Polo
Yeah this shit Tom Ford
If I lend you money, then I need it times four
Better get yo hustle on
The money on the flo
Better get yo hustle on, the money on the flo
Bitch this ain't no Polo
Yeah this shit Tom Ford
If I lend you money, then I need it times four
Better get yo hustle on
The money on the flo
It's on the flo
I gotta go
The only thing I'm worried about is the pros
You probably stupid worried bout all dem hoes
I'm in the cut tryna pick out the poles
I'm tryna pick it up
Tryna go and set it down
I had to paint that lil bitch face
Like a fucking clown
And then I had to go spin the the block 'round
And 'Round
And around again just to catch the clown
Because he was talking all that shit
Like shit was fucking sweet
So I had to get em
Yeah I hit em with that fucking heat
Toaster on me
Like I stay up in the fucking kitchen
Only thing I'm worried 'bout is them fucking digits
In my mind, a nigga been tripping
But the laces tied
These niggas talking
But they switching sides
Look me in my eyes
Tell me if I'm faded
I pour that 2 on that 4
Like I'm Kobe I just played it
Put it on the scale
I just weighed it
Send em up some plays
That a nigga gon flip in two ways
I hit the phone with that nigga Ru
He got some plays and we spin the block
We hit him oops
We hit his brain
Send em up to Pac too
And tell that nigga that we said hi too
Riding around in some shit you can't afford
Bitch this ain't no Polo
Yeah this shit Tom Ford
If I lend you money, then I need it times four
Better get yo hustle on
The money on the flo
Better get yo hustle on, the money on the flo
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Writer(s): Juicer Cru
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