Money On the Floor Joey Fatts (Ft. A-Reece)

[Intro: Joey Fatts]
Uh

[Chorus: Joey Fatts]
Champagne bottles, toast to achievements (Uh huh)
Nigga what's your passion, 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, nigga, I'm eatin' (I'm eatin' nigga)
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 nigga (Nigga)

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
You in love, I'm gettin'' money out that hoe nigga
At the store gettin' backwards in a row nigga
You niggas stuck up in the DM (Yeah)
Lame ass square ass niggas, boy, I can't bе them (Nah)
I'm the type to grind all day, AM to PM
Niggas sit around and pout all day, my nigga 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 nigga with big paper (Uh huh)
This cutthroat shit 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 nigga)
'Cause these young niggas shoot without a care
Gotta live this life, nobody said it's fair
Life's a bitch and I'm in that hoe bare