Floor It

You know what's up with me
I got niggas real mad they ain't touching me
How you get all this money so suddenly
If I say that it's up then it's stuck with me
Run up these bands we ain't with that fuckery
Cartier frames they can't fuck with me
I hit it once now she think she can fuck on me
Can't hit it twice if that pussy ain't luxury

I drop a 4 in my sprite got it bubbling
I got my bro on the right and he clutching it
These niggas gon' talk out their neck we ain't stunting it
They know that I run up a check then I double it
That bitch ain't nothing new, ain't cutting it
If you need some packs in the mail then I'm flooding it
We sending shit through the air then we done with it
We know they ain't playing fair we been on to it
They don't know that we been on to it
They don't know that we been on to it
Get this money then we run with it
Stand in her face let it hang like an ornament
We going up one just like a tournament
See them blue lights hit the dash and I'm flooring it
I see that bitch call my phone I'm ignoring it
We ran it up now the whips get imported
We got it in come and get what you ordered
They ask me how do I do it, it's easy
I'm breaking down with the gang cause they need me
Feel like I got this shit down, I drip like Fiji
Maybe it's me, I got too many leaches
I got this shit out the mud I don't see what they seeing
You come with smoke then my bro get the beam in
We really fucking shit up and we don't got a reason
This how it be when you roll with the demons
Money come in we be fucking up Neimans
Try to run up you get left on the cement
Kapo be whipping I'm backseat leaning
I be just trying to relax I'm geeking
Bro put a dot on his head he beaming
Throwing up fours and B's he bleeding
That nigga need help he was tough now he wheezing
The whip push start I don't put the key in
I got some niggas that's sending out shottas
Pop that nigga then pop at his partner
Half of my niggas trying to clear of your roster
Shots at his feet got him doing the cha-cha
They be like Rel who the fuck gon' stop ya
I'm doing shit that my mom would be proud of
Said you a bitch, need to say that shit louder
Fuck with the team we rack up by the hour
Focused on money and focused on power
Pop out the cut, all black like Howard

You know what's up with me
I got niggas real mad they ain't touching me
How you get all this money so suddenly
If I say that it's up then it's stuck with me
Run up these bands we ain't with that fuckery
Cartier frames they can't fuck with me
I hit it once know she think she can fuck on me
Can't hit it twice if that pussy ain't luxury
I drop a four in my sprite got it bubbling
I got my bro on the right and he clutching it
These niggas gon' talk out their neck we ain't stunting it
They know that I run up a check and I double it
That bitch ain't nothing knew ain't cutting it
If you need some packs in the mail then I'm flooding it
We sending shit through the air then we done with it
I hit it once then I'm on to another bitch
You getting money then losses gon' come with it
Bro caught a body he just got dumping it
These niggas gon' talk out their neck we ain't stunting it
Pop out got a stick with a drum with it
Walk out with his bitch and I punish it
Hit her one time and I'm done with it