(Eazy)

You was smart for that

If it's money on the floor, ****, send a lo'

Look

If it's money on the floor, tell 'em, "Send a lo'"

And whatever **** need, I could get you what you want (****)

We just sent a hundred P's and we sendin' more

Tracin' bags for a Patek, now we beatin' up the road

They just sent another bag for another show

My bitch ain't never been pressed about a motherfuckin' ho (****)

I need the high for these bags, but got them for the low

So it better be some money if you blowin' up my phone, I need a lift

Ayy, look, bitch, I'm comin' drip down in some high fashion

The street's over, I be seeing **** white flaggin'

Fuck flexin', why show it? I don't like braggin'

And the marble counters in my house with the white cabinet

Need a bad bitch smellin' good and she cook breakfast

A young **** gettin' money but I'm still steppin'

And if we really had a problem, then you wouldn't have texted

These **** only saying blims, they don't send a message

Every since I started rappin', I been gettin' paper

And they can act like they don't see me, you's a fucking hater

The Drac' got a green beam or a fuckin' laser

Way before this rap shit, we was pullin' capers

If lil' Easy on the beat, then we ain't gotta mix it

I know a **** dead broke but he say he pimpin'

Free Keef out that bitch, that's my fuckin' hit stick

We finna wake they ass up, they gon' have to listen (****, ayy)

If it's money on the floor, tell 'em, "Send a lo'"

And whatever **** need, I could get you what you want (****)

We just sent a hundred P's and we sendin' more

Tracin' bags for a Patek, now we beatin' up the road

They just sent another bag for another show

My bitch ain't never been pressed about a motherfuckin' ho (****)

I need the high for these bags, but got them for the low

So it better be some money if you blowin' up my phone, I need a lift

Ayy, and if it's really on the floor, I'ma ante up

I ain't never to the neck, baby got it in her fanny clutch

If a **** talkin' down, we gon' stand him up (Ayy)

And I ain't goin' back and forth, tell that bitch, "Get your bands up"

Ayy, ayy, beatin' down the block with this 26

Bro ain't even have no Quagen, all that **** had was Tris

Throwin' shots from up the street but that **** missed

I'll do it by myself, I don't hardly send a blitz

I did the Beno Wrld shorts with the Prada sneaks

She cook and clean every day, she ain't gotta say she proud of me

It's forty-seven pounds in this odyssey

And I been runnin' up a bag, I can promise ain't no stoppin' me

Them EMPIRE checks comin' every month

That boy just rappin', he ain't gettin' to that chicken like us

Even if I'm feelin' down, I can run it up

They knew my **** wasn't playin' when we left with (Ayy, look, ayy)

If it's money on the floor, tell 'em, "Send a lo'"

And whatever **** need, I could get you what you want (****)

We just sent a hundred P's and we sendin' more

Tracin' bags for a Patek, now we beatin' up the road

They just sent another bag for another show

My bitch ain't never been pressed about a motherfuckin' ho (****)

I need the high for these bags, but got them for the low

So it better be some money if you blowin' up my phone, I need a lift (Clown, ****, look)