[Intro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Floor, floor, floor (Chopsquad)
Oh
I remember, yes, I remember
Oh, oh, oh (Chopsquad DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
[Chorus]
I used to put licks on a floor (Put 'em on the floor)
Now I get paid every time I kick a floor (Millions on the floor)
Flexin' with my cousin money, I ain't had my own (I ain't had my own, I ain't had my own)
Now I forgot how many bank accounts I own (Forgot what all I own, forgot what all I own)
Ah, ah
[Verse 1]
When I'm talkin', I got the floor, my first four-five was a Colt
A hoodie used to be my winter coat, now it's thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only gettin' worn once, bitch, I'm gettin' bored, fuck
Used to line licks up, give a fuck if it's a hot, don't put the sticks up
Let me tell y'all somethin', ayy
Used to hit licks with my uncle, he was older than me
Broke in my man's crib for the PS3, he ain't know it was me
That same friend got a heart problem, may he rest in peace
Had a heart attack, died in his bed, they thought he was sleep, ayy
Summer school, fifth grade, had real bad grades
My mans with the heart problem always came
Didn't even have to, nigga got straight As
In the joint had to gamble to eat, every morning I would play Spades
Niggas used to ball in my face
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Floor, floor, floor (Chopsquad)
Oh
I remember, yes, I remember
Oh, oh, oh (Chopsquad DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
[Chorus]
I used to put licks on a floor (Put 'em on the floor)
Now I get paid every time I kick a floor (Millions on the floor)
Flexin' with my cousin money, I ain't had my own (I ain't had my own, I ain't had my own)
Now I forgot how many bank accounts I own (Forgot what all I own, forgot what all I own)
Ah, ah
[Verse 1]
When I'm talkin', I got the floor, my first four-five was a Colt
A hoodie used to be my winter coat, now it's thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only gettin' worn once, bitch, I'm gettin' bored, fuck
Used to line licks up, give a fuck if it's a hot, don't put the sticks up
Let me tell y'all somethin', ayy
Used to hit licks with my uncle, he was older than me
Broke in my man's crib for the PS3, he ain't know it was me
That same friend got a heart problem, may he rest in peace
Had a heart attack, died in his bed, they thought he was sleep, ayy
Summer school, fifth grade, had real bad grades
My mans with the heart problem always came
Didn't even have to, nigga got straight As
In the joint had to gamble to eat, every morning I would play Spades
Niggas used to ball in my face
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