Joey Fatts – Money On The Floor Lyrics (Ft. A-Reece)
Money On The Floor Lyrics by Joey Fatts ft. A-Reece
niqqa what’s your pa$$ion, what you believe in? (What you believe in?)
Know it’s sharks in that water, still put my feet in (Yeah)
I don’t compete, niqqa, I’m eatin’ (I’m eatin’ niqqa)
Came too far to break-even (Break-even, nah)
Came too far to have meetings (What?)
Like, what is there to talk about?
This money on the floor niqqa (niqqa)
At the store gettin’ backwards in a row niqqa
You niqqas stuck up in the DM (Yeah)
Lame a$$ square a$$ niqqas, boy, I can’t bе them (Nah)
I’m the type to grind all day, AM to PM
niqqas sit around and pout all day, my niqqa fix your facе
On probation I’ma take that case
Gotta keep it on me ’cause I’m gettin’ to it, I know they hatin’ on it (Know they hatin’ on me)
Long beach niqqa with big paper (Uh huh)
This cutthroat sh!t worth millions that’s why they hate us (That’s why they hate us)
Makin’ way more than the mayor, they’ll probably raid us (They’ll probably raid us)
Just likely ’cause the shade of my pigment darker than theirs
Better grab a gun and smoke up in the air (Smoke up in the air niqqa)
‘Cause these young niqqas shoot without a care
Gotta live this life, nobody said it’s fair
Life’s a B!tch and I’m in that hoe bare
niqqa what’s your pa$$ion, what you believe in? (What you believe in?)
Know it’s sharks in that water, still put my feet in
I don’t compete, niqqa, I’m eatin’
Came too far to break-even
Came too far to have meetings
Like, what is there to talk about?
This money on the floor niqqa
Just like Hov said, set the price on niqqas and live your life my niqqa
At this point my price is non-negotiable, I worked too hard for this sh!t
Turn me up [Verse 2: A-Reece] Yeah
Says a lot about you if you ain’t heard of us
Fly niqqas, standin’ firm through the turbulence
They tryna rain on my parade ’cause I’m makin’ more than what these politicians pay rappers for campaigns
We ain’t the same, you livin’ to maintain
Everybody around me gettin’ paid
B!tch I’m in the capital gettin’ capital gain
Don’t ask me how much I got inside the safe
Label me a legend from the cradle to grave, they already know the name niqqa
You desperate to get the praise niqqa
I’m a diamond in the rough and I don’t have to get appraise niqqa
Especially in the city I was raised
And I wouldn’t have it any other way niqqa, yeah
Get the fvck up out the way niqqa
From Long Beach to PTA
This sh!t a marathon it ain’t a race
Talent is impossible to gauge niqqa, yeah
[Chorus: Joey Fatts] Champagne bottles, toast to achievements
niqqa what’s your pa$$ion, what you believe in?
Know it’s sharks in that water, still put my feet in
I don’t compete, niqqa, I’m eatin’
Came too far to break-even
Came too far to have meetings
Like, what is there to talk about?
This money on the floor niqqa