[Chorus: Damedot]
\nMoney on the kitchen table, money on the floor
\nMy team don't move unless the money on the floor
\nCount the pills on the table, count the money on the floor
\nAll we do is grind until it’s money on the floor
\nEvery time my phone ring, it be money on the floor
\nDon't worry 'bout a strike, put some money on the floor
\nBoy, get a bag and get some money on the floor
\nIf it’s 'bout my team, plenty money on the floor
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\n[Verse 1: Damedot]
\nLookin' at a Rollie watch, it say it's 'bout 10
\nI reachеd in the stash, I pulled out about ten (Tеn bands)
\nI walked in Benihanas, said I'm seatin' 'bout ten
\nTold the waitress give me ten, my bitch waitin’ on her friend (Hold on)
\nGoin’ dumb in Saks, I bought 'bout thirty pair of pants
\nSo many bags, I need ’bout thirty pair of hands
\nI make pros, you still borrow from your mans
\nLast week I went to Michael's, spent a droptop Benz
\nLast in the Porsche, hit the trap in a Jag' (Yeah)
\nStarted from a quarter, moved up to a half (I got it)
\nI started stashin' dollars, now I need another stack
\nSwear I spent a ’bow of kush on Air Maxes, do the math (You add it up)
\nYou worried 'bout a bitch? Lil' nigga, get your cash (Get some money)
\nNiggas really bitches, I guess you could call 'em strats (They hoes)
\nWe really 'bout our cash, boy, show us to the bag (Where it's at?)
\nIf you try to run off, I'ma show you to the bag
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\n[Chorus: Damedot]
\nMoney on the kitchen table, money on the floor
\nMy team don't move unless the money on the floor
\nCount the pills on the table, count the money on the floor
\nAll we do is grind until it's money on the floor
\nEvery time my phone ring, it be money on the floor
\nDon't worry 'bout a strike, put some money on the floor
\nBoy, get a bag and get some money on the floor
\nIf it's 'bout my team, plenty money on the floor
\n
\n[Verse 2: Peezy]
\nI heard it's money on the floor, well, let me get out my sleep (Get up)
\nI'm tryna stack enough so I can get us out the streets (Almost there)
\nI squashed it for a week, I ain't forget about the beef
\nRolled down a nigga street and hit the house while he was sleep
\nWalkin' out the Louis store, just me, Mimi and Duck (What up, boy?)
\nSeen some bitches leavin' no but they leavin' with us
\nI gotta make a sale, bitch, hurry up, I'm in a rush (Bitch)
\nLeft the parking lot flyin', man, this bitch [?] (Skrrt)
\nTold me said she spendin' as a ride up out a driver (Bitch)
\nThey wonder how I get it and I ain't never had a job? (Never had a job)
\nFour nickel we spinnin' just in case they try to rob (What up, nigga?)
\nAR got the scope on it unless they try to hide
\nGranny almost caught me baggin' kush, I'm tryna hide (Oh shit)
\nThought my cousin told, come to find out it was the loud
\nNiggas gettin' shot, we goin' to fight, I swear to God
\nAnd that's for any nigga who got a problem with the squad, put some money on the floor
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\n[Chorus: Damedot]
\nMoney on the kitchen table, money on the floor
\nMy team don't move unless the money on the floor
\nCount the pills on the table, count the money on the floor
\nAll we do is grind until it's money on the floor
\nEvery time my phone ring, it be money on the floor
\nDon't worry 'bout a strike, put some money on the floor
\nBoy, get a bag and get some money on the floor
\nIf it's 'bout my team, plenty money on the floor
\nMoney on the floor
\n
\n[Verse 3: Team Eastside Snoop]
\nI need a trash bag, all this money on the rug
\nIf I don't make it back double, then I'm runnin' on the plug
\nIf you run off with mines, then you runnin' from some slugs
\nTake my bitch OT, stash the work up in her Uggs (Uggs)
\nPlug just called, said he at the bus station
\nBitch just called, said I'm actin' dumb, Navy (My bad)
\nI told her I've been busy, we ain't never bustin' eighties
\nBut when I'm done with this, ain't gotta sign no boy in Macys
\nRemember one drought, I was payin' twenty-eight
\nSupposed to leave thirty-six, but it was only twenty-eight (Damn)
\nSupposed to be all hard, twenty-eight if it was safe
\nTwenty-two percent right, the other twenty-eight is great
\nIf I ever fall off, I could start bag robbin'
\nWhen I get twenty-eights, I'ma start bag drivin' (Bitch)
\nFeds on my ass, so I started bag countin'
\nWhen they pull me up, I'ma start back robbin'
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\n[Chorus: Damedot]
\nMoney on the kitchen table, money on the floor
\nMy team don't move unless the money on the floor
\nCount the pills on the table, count the money on the floor
\nAll we do is grind until it's money on the floor
\nEvery time my phone ring, it be money on the floor
\nDon't worry 'bout a strike, put some money on the floor
\nBoy, get a bag and get some money on the floor
\nIf it's 'bout my team, plenty money on the floor
\nMoney on the floor\n\n
