Hit the Floor

Aye, aye! Shush your mother after all, 'cause I don't wanna talk about it I got hoes that wanna fuck and bands to get so get up outta here And 200 in the Audi, couple bitches they from Saudi And I know they talk about me 'cause I keep them bands around me So, hit the floor! My mans on go Walk inside the function, droppin' bands on the floor Matter fact, hit the strip droppin' bands on the go Hoppin' off the plane, Louis bags at the door, huh So, hit the floor! My mans on go Walk inside the function, droppin' bands on the floor Matter fact, hit the strip droppin' bands on the go Hoppin' off the plane, Louis bags at the door, huh Spending all this money like I don't know where'd it go Heard you tryna find me, you should check in with yo' hoe Ask around my city they all know that I'm the goat Shawty can't pick up the phone, my dick all up in her throat, aye 30 round mags in thе stick, let it go You talk like you with it what you doin' let it go Now you got me pissеd if you gon' talk then take it slow 'Cause I can almost guarantee that you don't want the fuckin' smoke bitch, huh You seem to know, yeah Well, you can talk shit, bro I-I don't got time to talk Everybody know that we'd go, hard as fuck like D Rose Ballin' like a free throw, what you know about it? Shawty she a freak hoe, and she love to deep throat Bands on deep, pockets you know my gang keep rockets So, hit the floor! My mans on go Walk inside the function, droppin' bands on the floor Matter fact hit the strip droppin' bands on the go Hoppin' off the plane, Louis bags at the door, huh So, hit the floor! My mans on go Walk inside the function, droppin' bands on the floor Matter fact hit the strip droppin' bands on the go Hoppin' off the plane, Louis bags at the door, huh