Baddies to the Floor

All the baddies to the floor
All the baddies to the floor
Smile, wave, sip
When you see them hating hoes
All the baddies to the floor
All the baddies to the floor
Smile, wave, sip
When you see your old hoes
D-N-D the phones when you're working on a bankroll
Get that money, look like money
You the bankroll
D-N-D the phones when you're working on a bankroll
Get that money, look like money
You the bank though

This feels like my first night out
When I was 18, popping with the wedges out
When I was all up at Shooters
Now I'm with some shooters
Diddy money, Diddy bop
I'm really with some groovers
Tell them hoes pack it up
I'm gone call their movers
Have a seat, you my son
Baby get the boosters
I'm really sorry that them n***** boosted you
'Cause I'm the one that's making scenes like a movie crew
You see my plot lines
Got 'em addicted like coke lines
Wanna know where I be
Who I hang around, clothes lines
On the fence 'bout you
But he defensive 'bout me
You had to rush to beat eleven to get in for free
But I pull up when?
When it's convenient for me
Any time, any night, I'm never charged a fee
'Cause birds of a feather
N***** flock to me
'Cause I'm a real n****
That's why you ain't recognize me

All the baddies to the floor
All the baddies to the floor
Smile, wave, sip
When you see them hating hoes
All the baddies to the floor
All the baddies to the floor
Smile, wave, sip
When you see your old hoes
D-N-D the phones when you're working on a bankroll
Get that money, look like money
You the bankroll
D-N-D the phones when you're working on a bankroll
Get that money, look like money
You the bank though

I got 'em raving like the oohns oohns
I got 'em ravin' like Miss Baxter
Wanna see me in their future soon
You know I'm popping
Like I'm Orville Redenbacher
See that corny n**** out the corner of my eye
Oh he a stalker
I had to hop, I had to slide
Cha-cha
Disappearing on these n*****
Ta-da
What I got on underneath this?
Nada
The day you find out baby
You gone be the dada
Have a family
Have my kids and my husband real proud of me
But boys ain't got the pennies to be around me
So I keep to myself
Little black dress 'cause I'm moving real stealth

Okay, I ain't no hater
But ladies let's have a look around
You see the girls with the Neverfull bags
Half of them are fake
And most of them are never full
Why you got that big ol' bag in the club?
It's upsetting me and my home girls

All the baddies to the floor
All the baddies to the floor
Smile, wave, sip
When you see them hating hoes
All the baddies to the floor
All the baddies to the floor
Smile, wave, sip
When you see your old hoes
D-N-D the phones when you're working on a bankroll
Get that money, look like money
You a bankroll
D-N-D the phones when you're working on a bankroll
Get that money, look like money
You the bank though

And you see the n***** with the long face
I mean looking like they're having a terrible time
It's because they see their girls in here
That is somebody's ex or situationship
You don't want that
Stay away



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Writer(s): Courtney Harris
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