On The Floor ian

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, 'Sace suits out this Rolls, we look like the Italian Mob
'Sace shoes, 'Sace robe make my crib feel like the spa
Not no bag, I can't go, I need ten upon arrival
Contraband in my trunk, so I'm careful when I'm drivin', huh

[Chorus]
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want (Throw it)
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh

[Verse 1]
Windows tinted, Forgiato, fucked her with four hoes inside it
B-Buenos días, hola, mami, maybe I could call you wifey
Change the pace, I take her down to SoHo, got your ho excited
Italiano leather jacket, this shit cost a fuckin' Audi
They like, "Why is ian blowin' up?" Bitch, y'all the one who did it
I don't hear him talkin' 'bout no funds, I'm probably not gon' listen
You don't make them pockets big as fuck, I'm probably not gon' fit 'em
I just bought some brand-new Jordan 1s, I can't even touch the rim

[Chorus]
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh