Money On the Floor (feat. 8Ball & MJG, 2 Chainz) - Big K.R.I.T.

[Chorus] Look at the grill [4x] [2x] This for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my niggaz with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my niggaz who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) [T.I.] (Hey! Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride nigga) Chevy super clean, two or three screens Watch a nigga be to the left I lean 50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more sceam Just to let you sucker niggaz know I'm the king This green I smoke we call it drow Its dead-liest from memphis Tenn You see my folk we ain't no joke Don't turn this into a murder scene I'm paranoid, tone misquoted Should not since my early teens But I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen You can bring all the niggaz you want to bring Hey! I thought you were running things All you did was run the screens Must be out his mind thinking' the steel won't touch him See it on the bush let it burn like Usher Click, click, bang you can end the discussion Ain't shit sweet cause I seen you unpleasant I steal would spray broad day ain't nothing The lilac one AK doing something I'm immuned to the drama Act a fool if you wanna Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by the stomach He acting' like he want it, I'm show a nigga somethin Somebody phinna to have put (##*^%) I don't tolerate suckas who be trying me Take a special kind of nigga to defies me Similar to 8ball and MJG been coming that hard since 93 Niggaz know, ain't no out shinning me I've been the G you're trying' to be I mob with gorillas, squaders and robbers And killers true niggaz gonna ride me [Chorus (2x)] [Twista] Take a look at my wheels, rolling through the south Still spinning and I'm still smoking heavy Look at both of my grills, my motherfucking mouth Looking just like the rims on the chevy Pimp twist I'm a playa still, ballin' in the game come major bills Come and take a trip with me to hater Ville On some 24 omegas and gator grill Fuck a twist. fuck you bitch I don't really wanna have to bust you bitch Roman gold shine so hard Niggaz out here know they can't touch that shit I don't trip, niggaz pull up I be lookin' proud when I bust that dutch Specially when I look at the mac in the black Cadillac And the bubbles in the hummer truck When you see a nigga cruise through Niggaz try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels Mother fucker wanna take my style Cause niggaz out here know I'm only fucking with the bonnet grills And the haters wanna see me fall How can I let y'all niggaz play me Shited on their good then I pull up From my vehicle while bumpin' 8 Ball MJG Twista bitch and I from the shy With my memphis connect and I ain't going' lie We be specializing in and up coming with dope shit And pulling up in cool whips that's fly Still drink, still blow, then I creep through the hood real slow While I bump kamikaze shit, while I scream look at my grill hoe [Chorus (2x)] [8ball] Old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP The club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three Wood grain wheel gripping, Cinderella sipping I like my jewelry golden like a piece of fried chicken Money players is demon like I'm willy beaming Like a bitch that practice sucking dick and drinking semen She sceaming dreaming, wishing she can be my number one Forever young, mama I just wanna' to have some fun [MJG] Don't try to ever take my cash from me You mine as well, jump of a cliff you fucking crash dummy Like that's my last money This for my niggaz who be bussin' back to perpetrators We don't discriminate, we'll hurt now hurt you later But I ain't worried, I smoke one on you fucking haters And I'm hidding gators on the refrigerator Down south memphis Tenn. pimpin' gotta rep it The third I did, that nigga rugg, boy that nigga pimpin [Chorus (2x)]

Pimpin hoes was some shit that came easy to a playa Cause ain't no way in hell a bitch could get me to a bail And how in the fuck I'll ever make some money if I'm pail My hoes sell pussy at the party for the mayor 400 for the chewin, 100 for the mackin 1, 000 for the fucking, 200 for the jackin Soon as the day is over, my bitch is checkin in I'ts just like deja vu, again and then again bitch Come on, Wait a minute MR. MJG Do you really think anyone's gonna believe that pimpin shit Huh, I guess not Haven't you heard, that pimpin shit is dead Bitch chill, Hold up, you got a pimp fucked up Can't help it cause you don't know, ain't my fault that you stuck up Ya parents didn't teach ya, the streets didn't reach ya I'm makin easy money from the judge and the preacher The mayor likes the bitches cause they beat him with a chain The judge and the preacher love to hear dirty thangs The governor was first on the bitch payin list He busted a nut soon as the bitches touched his dick Comin out smooth, livin like a pimpsta Gotta flee the bitches and they all call me mista fat mac Pimp tight, what the fuck you wanna do? See me in the streets, sweep 'em off and down you and your crew Gotta be ruthless, smackin hoes toothless Suckas gettin dropped when I'm poppin with the glock bitch And the niggaz that hide cap and act like hoes When they see the 93 with the switches and the voes Eightball, tell the truth How yo fat ass goin be doin all that? Talkin bout pimpin and shootin up niggaz And braggin bout fuckin, what'z up wit that? I'm big as a motherfucker, I don't look fast But I'll jump up quick, and stick my dick in yo ass And for you niggaz that talk shit, don't step too quick You know who got my back, a clip full of hollow tips Tec, 9 millimeter, glock or 22 Mafia style, don't even fuck with the pimpsta crew Bust the yak and pass me that bud sack Cause niggaz with nuts, can't even fuck with the fat mac 25 birds on the counter in the den Nigga gettin bailed cause they go for 5-10 Pot good and hot now I'm lookin for the shaker Water start to bubble sprinkle in the money maker The shit is gettin thick I think my pager just exploded 11 birds left, 13 I just sold it I gotta close shop before it get too fuckin late Hoe sell time sellin birds 12-8 You know you guys really shouldn't be sellin cocaine to other brothers It's killin us all off man I mean how is that supposed to look Makin us look bad The cops work for me cause I keep good stuff And plus the government ain't never paid dem tricks enough And every time a cop bust some dope in the drug rade Feds swangin birds in the hood by the next day While I'm makin money off the shit that I done fronted Nigga fell short, shoot 'em up yeah I done it MJG Pushin real not cut Got the feds in my pocket, and the chief by his nuts Roll a fat bud, smoke the bitch and then I'm chilled Fall off in the club drinkin yak dressed to kill Niggaz that be jealous cause dem hoes be on the jock Don't disrespect my pimpin or you I will have to drop No I don't be playin, what I'm sayin what I speak Some niggaz don't understand then I have to go and teach What Eightball is about and what the future got for me A screw of dead niggaz and a pocket full of grip G Damn, Father just like some niggaz man Dem niggaz ain't goin never be shit Dem niggaz forever gettin fucked up Know what I'm sayin, dem fools was stuck Punk ass niggaz that talk shit can get down on their knees Suave got the hook up cause suave got the cheese And I got the bomb and MJG is in the tank Posessin ya mind and then we blow up the bank Yank yo hoe from the front row, and then jet out When we get to the hotel, your bitch is on the house Fuckin and suckin a pimpsta, fuckin and suckin a pimpsta What, we through, pass me that joint nigg

Def Jam didn't really support, uhhh... I was shocked they put your album out. I'm not gonna lie to you. For real you were shocked? Charlamagne: I mean, I knew you had an underground following cuz of your mixtapes and stuff. They wasn't ready .But I was shocked that they actually put your album out. How many more mixtapes did you end up putting out before they released your album? I mean exactly I know you did a lot of touring... Yeah I knew people in the Def Jam building who was like, 'man.' I say when the Big Krit album coming out? And they say 'NEVER. Ain't gonna sell no records.' I built it from the ground up Act like they found us From the sign of the label, tried to drown us I built a boat in a moat for my castle I graduated to a businessman, I got tassels Another chapter, another story, another plot Mother fuck the ball in their court, I took a shot Three presidents in 5 years, I never stopped While they worried about the single sales-- The albums flopped Oh Lord, Lord, Lord there they go Trying to fuck me out another but I ain't a ho I produce and write my own shit, I know the score I'ma drop another mixtape, and go on tour We ain't playing games man, I'm too grown For you to try to take me out my motherfucking zone For you to try and tell me I ain't motherfucking known I guess I gotta do it how I done it on my own, UH I been a free agent nigga I been a free agent nigga Even when I was signed It was multi til I die I've proven motherfuckers wrong Every got damn time I been a free agent nigga I been a free agent nigga Naw they can't hold us Put the whole team on my shoulders Now there's money on the way Because the contract's over What good is a team if they don't ball out with you? Domino niggas they'll fall out with you At the table with the majors they go all out with you Til you're underground with it, they won't crawl out with you So they serve, serve you a plate Full of scraps and the bait You ain't eating so you ate You ain't moving so you shake What you can 'Cuz you gotta drop another album But ain't make a mother fucking dollar, OH! Mane it's hard to understand How they rob a nigga then shake his other hand? How I hit the road when I ain't never have a chance? How I sell out shows and I ain't even make 'em dance? How I ain't a gimmick but I got all these fans? How I made in merch what you got in your advance? How I work the tape like I was bagging up the grams? How a country boy took that country shit and ran? UH I been a free agent nigga I been a free agent nigga Even when I was signed It was multi til I die I've proven motherfuckers wrong Every god damn time I been a free agent nigga I been a free agent nigga Naw they can't hold us Put the whole team on my shoulders Now there's money on the way Because the contract's over

I tried to take the high road Let by gones be by gones I tried to take the high road But now another life's gone What you expect from me? To turn the other cheek All you bring is war, asking me for peace What you expect from me, when all you bring is greed All you bring is war, asking me for peace But now I gotta piece piece piece But now I gotta piece piece piece But now I gotta piece piece piece But now I gotta piece piece piece Yeah, yeah Yeah, they say let's make America great again Except for the slavery and genocide When we killed all the natives and steal their tribes And the time we denied the women's rights Talkin' 'bout great, like the AIDS outbreak Like when they brought crack cocaine to the hood Like when they brought heroin to the states Justice is not on the internet Equality don't have a twitter account The last words that a man should ever hear Should never be "Get on the ground" Our culture so misunderstood, it's cloudy up over the hood I think about packing my bags and leaving this country for good Glock, Glock in my car for your probable 'cause 'Cause even the law don't follow the law Guess it's my fault for being black A country built on my people's backs Up in first class, yeah my seat is black Even when I'm bored and I'm tryna see my past Tell me, if you had a chance, would you go back in time to see the past? Waitin', waitin', waitin' for reparation For the end of segregation All we got is a month and a television station All they teach is slavery and we celebrate it They turn the cheek if we should perish But just remember you can't spell America without Eric I tried to take the high road Let by gones be by gones I tried to take the high road But now another life's gone What you expect from me? To turn the other cheek All you bring is war, asking me for peace What you expect from me, when all you bring is greed All you bring is war, asking me for peace But now I gotta piece piece piece But now I gotta piece piece piece But now I gotta piece piece piece But now I gotta piece piece piece Yeah, yeah By any means necessary Lately two many mommas out here bearing babies Really ain't safe 'round here no more Scared of the law when they head outdoors And will we ever be at peace, man? I ain't sure But for now I'm like Malcolm out the window it's simple altercation Got these motherfuckers blazin' and I ain't tryna say bye to my kinfolk They choke us out like what they need a noose for? Gentrify like fuck wherever you go Prison walls nowadays big biz Give us dope then lock us up to get riches Then send us out to a job we can't get You had that nigga flipped now you back in the system That's a cold game man, aww dog if there's a God pray she listening The president don't give a fuck about us The government don't give a fuck either They talkin' make America great again I just wanna save my people I just want that 40 acres and mule Another promise didn't fall through Just a whole lot of propaganda and lying to me and you I tried to take the high road I tried to take the high road Let by gones be by gones I tried to take the high road But now another life's gone What you expect from me? To turn the other cheek All you bring is war, asking me for peace What you expect from me, when all you bring is greed All you bring is war, asking me for peace But now I gotta piece piece piece But now I gotta piece piece piece But now I gotta piece piece piece But now I gotta piece piece piece Yeah, yeah

My uzi weigh a ton I bought it I bought it Ain't got no body guard I just need mighty God I just need mighty God My uzi weigh a ton I bought it I bought it Ain't got no body guard I just need mighty God I just need mighty God I swear on Mama Lena soul My grand mama that old code That Mississippi that dirt road This barefoot that bare soul I bare the load oh Solo, by myself Dolo, Frodo from uh Lord of The Rings So I guess I have to bare it alone My precious won't leave me I don't need platinum I don't need gold All I need is an Uzi and a clip to load This one mic this Jordan flow Trying not to wear Jordan's Clothes These kids are dying, Jordan knows Nike too, Vanport Portland, they blew it up Black commerce they chewed it up Chewed it up, spit it out That's the kind of shit I'm trying to spit about Lash Laws, pile of tricks Politics is a pile of shit I am getting real close now i'm smelling it, I'm inhaling it (Inhaling it, Inhaling it) My uzi My Uzi (You LIED) My uzi (I'm smelling it) My Uzi (you lied) UH! My Uzi weigh a ton Pray to God I stay protected High alert, I see jackers on the creep in my reflection Lord, ain't nothing been promised lately Police out here acting crazy Shooting up black folks left and right People out here die every night Mama worried about me all the time because I'm grinding Trying to make a move because the government don't give a fuck about poor folk Out here paying dues trying keep the food on my table My family fed and my mind right And an attitude adjuster just in case a mother fucker wants to take my limelight I got a hundred round drum, if you're talking about rope around here Or that KKK shit make it where your Klan can't come down here Partner fuck that I've been on one since they killed Mike And the jury hollering not guilty Folk, I put my faith in God because that's all I know And this Uzi My Uzie weigh a ton I bought a (I got a hundred round drum) My Uzie weigh a ton I bought a (Where the Klan can't come down here) My Uzi, My Uzi I've been on one since they killed Mike And the jury hollering not guilty Folk, I put my faith in God because that's all I know And this Uzi And my shoulder hold a AK that holds enough shots Let enough cops know that I ain't going out without a fight This city will be burned down by the night Yeah I be Raven about Baltimore, talking about taking shit out of the store My desert eagle, my people protector, you step in my sector you've got to go BOOM BOOM BOOM Pick him up off the floor pig, it's you or its me This is for the black skin so what's happening homie fuck what you see on TV You're going to see they say this shit is about black and white All this shit is pretty Freddie Gray Swings and see-saws - rusty in the Sipp Trust me pimp we don't never play This is everyday, I'm quite cheap No nice cars, just nice beats My little revolver my problem solver Put some red holes in them white sheets And I might preach with this Glock 40 Respect mine with this tec-9 Gave my old lady a little 380 but it jams easy, let me check mine (My Uzi weigh a ton) Heavy as all the shit that they done done UH! (My Uzi weigh a ton) And I'm going to tote this shit until I'm done (my Uzi) I'm on the run and I can't sleep (My Uzi) My food poison, i can't eat (My Uzi) I can't break, I ain't fake (My Uzi) My breath is something that you cannot take

You're next to me, oh I swear it's true Can't no one tell It's you and me Just driving slow The windows low, so we can feel the breeze, baby When I close my eyes, you're by my side With the chocolate skin, the dark hair and those brown eyes I see you in my Cadillac dreams I made up my mind By the end of the night, I'mma see you in my Cadillac dreams Oh, you're all I need I do believe that you're the one I see No destination, no expectations We're keeping it unofficial But we're rolling Somehow you got me open With words that were never spoken But I know I hear you, baby When I close my eyes, you're by my side With the chocolate skin, the dark hair and those brown eyes I see you in my Cadillac dreams Oh, I made up my mind By the end of the night, I'mma see you in my Cadillac dreams Oh, you're all I need I do believe that you're the one I see You're in my Cadillac, Cadillac My Cadillac, Cadillac You're in my Cadillac, Cadillac My Cadillac, Cadillac You're in my Cadillac, Cadillac My Cadillac, Cadillac Cadillac-lac, got my diamond in the front and the back When the sun shines through it I lose it I was wood grain gripping on, double-cup sipping on Tell me how you really want it Shawty what's your speed? Zero to sixty, one finger whipping a figure eighty [?], let's go half on a baby Twelve plain, rim scraping while I'm bending out your [?] Shifting all your gears, toying with your motor, oil you up You shine when you strut Pressing on your pedal till we wake the neighbors up You my chrome grill woman, drunk popping on the daily When your lights shining, tight blinding, drive these hoes crazy I knew it from the start when you took your frame apart Filled you up, tuned you up, revved you till you start We on the road, you motivated, you overheating I know just how to fidget, don't you ever break with me My Cadillac dream Cadillac dreams, oh I made up my mind By the end of the night, I'mma see you in my Cadillac dreams Whoa, you're all I need I do believe that you're the one I see You're in my Cadillac, Cadillac My Cadillac, Cadillac You're in my Cadillac, Cadillac My Cadillac, Cadillac You're in my Cadillac, Cadillac My Cadillac, Cadillac

Two fifteens, fifteens Two fifteens, fifteens I got two fifteens, fifteens Two fifteens and I'm knockin' on these ho Big bang ho, big bang ho Big bang ho, I got two fifteens Big bang ho, big bang ho Big bang ho, I got two fifteens This is how it all started way back First the boomin' voice then the bass crack, 808 And that's when we first started fire Cause the speakers wasn't grounded and he fried all the wires But he thought about the thump from the jump Took it out the bat cave and he threw it in the trunk And that's evolution for you peeps Like this is how I'm supposed to get freaks, 808 Hoes can't twerk to the high hat, never Cranking up the knob till he broke off the lever Subbin' on these hoes, give a fuck about the treble He could barely feel his face but he hit 'em with the bass like Two fifteens, fifteens Two fifteens, fifteens I got two fifteens, fifteens Two fifteens and I'm knockin' on these ho Big bang ho, big bang ho Big bang ho, I got two fifteens Big bang ho, big bang ho Big bang ho, I got two fifteens Now this is how it all started way back Your neighbor, neighbor, neighbor, neighbor's hate that Basin' through my city like a junkie beat With my trunk talking to you, bitch you better speak Pull up to the club and I kill shit Bitch you gotta be dead not to feel this, 808 My cousin passes Alpines to me Like this is how you supposed to get freaks, 808 Hoes can't twerk to the high hat, never Cranking up the knob till he broke off the lever Subbin' on these hoes, give a fuck about the treble He could barely feel his face but he hit 'em with the bass like Two fifteens, fifteens Two fifteens, fifteens I got two fifteens, fifteens Two fifteens and I'm knockin' on these ho Big bang ho, big bang ho Big bang ho, I got two fifteens Big bang ho, big bang ho Big bang ho, I got two fifteens No this ain't you're ordinary subwoofer no Knocking down the pictures off the wall I keep it crackin' in my trunk Destroy your whole hood with that thump That's if you want it like that player Vibrate in my crooked all the way to Himalayas Pandora box and custom made it Sonic boom and Jackson stated My trunk not like Jehovah Witness I made it like haters, had to play it It's a really good fuckin' speaker do I have to say it? It took me a year and some change just to calibrate it Ain't nobody gonna stop this sub that I got in my trunk today Crank it to the max till the windows start to crack And the fuck boy law give chase Man hol' up I've been bassin' since bass been bass The knob keep breaking and the swangers keep scraping With these two fifteens wrecking shop all day I'm bound to wake the block always Big bang