Money To the Ceiling (feat. Yung Walt & Brody) - Pointguard

Hey eh, well it's me De 'I' to de 'B' (Whoa) It is happening again God have come and take away all my pain Know I got to say I love you (hey) It is happening again God have come and take away all my pain Know I got to say I love you Said make ah jumping up to the ceiling What a wonderful feeling God you have my back Always defend me when I'm under attack Said make ah jumping up to the ceiling What a wonderful feeling God you have my back Always defend me when I'm under attack Nana nan nana nan nana nan nana nan na nana nan nana Nan na nan nana nan na (whoa) Nana nan nana nan nana nan nana nan na nana nan nana Nan na nan nana nan na (hey) You never leave me hungry You never leave me thirsty You always with me in my time of struggle You never leave me weary You never leave me lonely Always guide and protect me (hey) You never leave me desolated, and afflicted (further) Cause in de desert storm, you are my rain (yeah) So when they walk in de darkness And they come at me with dey madness You shine your light, so I could see through all de madness You're my mission, and ah going on You're my mission, even weather through the storm You're my mission, said and ah going on Meh say most high god, have meh back And say most high god, go mash up de attack

Ooh (Jetski, brr) Bitch (Oh my God, Ronny) Racks all the way to the ceilin' Racks all the way to the ceilin', ooh (yeah) Racks all the way to the ceilin' I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh (brr) Racks all the way to the ceilin' Racks all the way to the ceilin', ooh (esskeetit) Racks all the way to the ceilin' I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh (ooh) Watch how I blow through a million Dive in the pussy, esskeetit, ooh (yeah) All of my whips came tinted None of my cars ain't rented, ooh (whoa), uh Balmain and Celine (yeah), off a molly and a bean, yeah (okay) This not Fruit of the Loom, my boxers, they say, "Supreme" (Supreme) She said, "Tussie, not pussy" (huh?), my diamonds, they wet like jacuzzi, yeah (okay) I put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her Ksubis, ooh (ooh) I got ten guns at my house, this shit look like Call of Duty (baow, baow-baow) Red diamonds on me, they ruby, suck on me, don't give me cooties, uh (ooh, damn) Go from the jets to the jet-ski, your baby mama wan' sex me, umf (come here) She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashin', Baguettes, uh (uh, wet) Step on my bitch in Giuseppes, I'm in Ukraine with a semi (huh? Baow) All my jewelry, no security, dare a nigga try to test me (huh? I dare you) (ooh) Racks all the way to the ceilin' (yeah) Racks all the way to the ceilin', ooh Racks all the way to the ceilin' (yeah) I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh (brr) Racks all the way to the ceilin' Racks all the way to the ceilin', ooh (esskeetit) Racks all the way to the ceilin' I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh She wanna fuck with Umbrella But her friend ugly, I told her, "Hold up, lil' fella" Windex scented, my cash extended As soon as it's printed right fresh out, the teller I got a old check, whew, blowin' off dirt 'fore I take it out the cellar Lil' bitch callin' me rude, hatin' all of my views "Bitch, you fat as my pockets", you know I'ma tell her I hit that bitch with a wink Fuck her in the bathroom, washin' my dick in the sink If it's a ting, it's a ting Bobbin' and weavin' that pussy and doin' my thing in the ring I'm goin' stupid on Cubans, it's link after link, after link I'm doin' sour in all of my relationships I be lyin' 'bout fling after fling-after fling after f- Wearin' this Louis, inside of my closet look just like a warehouse How many hundred-dollar bands and booby can I cut the rubber band off and tear out? Touchin' way too much cash for me to care 'bout Still'll come kill a nigga 'bout my payout These niggas talkin' hot, I feel like AI with the shot I let the AR come and air out, woo Racks all the way to the ceilin' (Tory) Racks all the way to the ceilin', ooh (Lil Tory) Racks all the way to the ceilin' I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh (ooh) (brr) Racks all the way to the ceilin' Racks all the way to the ceilin', ooh (esskeetit) Racks all the way to the ceilin' I give a fuck how you feelin' (ooh)

I say What is happening here Something's going on that's not quite clear Somebody turn on the lights, yeah We're gonna have a party It's starting tonight Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling The room is hot and that's good (and that's good) Some of my friends came by from the neighborhood The people startin' a climb the walls Ooh it looks like everybody is having a ball Woo-oh, what a feeling (oh, what a feeling) When we're dancing on the ceiling Woo-oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Oh, what a feeling (oh, what a feeling) When we're dancing on the ceiling (we're dancing on the ceiling) Woo-oh, what a feeling (Woo-oh, what a feeling) When we're dancing on the ceiling (we're dancing on the ceiling, yeah) Woo Come on! Everybody start to lose control When the music is right If you see somebody If you see somebody hangin' around Don't get uptight The only thing we want to do tonight Is go 'round and 'round And turn upside down, yeah Come on! So come on! (Yeah, come on) Let's get loose Don't hold back 'Cause ain't no use (ain't no use) It's hard to keep your feet on the ground 'Cause when we like to party We only want to get down Woo-oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Woo-oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Woo-oh, what a feeling (oh, what a feeling) When we're dancing on the ceiling (when we're dancing on the ceiling) Oh, what a feeling (oh, what a feeling) Dancing (when we're dancing on the ceiling) Dancing Dancing Dancing She's dancing Dancing Dancing Dancing Dancing Dancing Dancing Dancing on the ceiling Woo-oh Woo-oh Woo-oh (dancing) Woo-oh (dancing) Woo-oh Woo-oh Oh, yeah Good job my brothers