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on da flo - philthy rich, toohda band$, lil tray, skinny t & lil steve lyrics

[chorus ?]
if it’s some oney on the flo, we sweep it up
park around the corner, hit the lights, because we creeping up
and all my n*ggas strapped, we keep it tucked
swerving in the foreign, in miami, got the heat with us
i don’t even know the b*tch, she gon’ boss me
she wasn’t even talking ’bout no money, how she lost me?
the devil on my back, get him off me
police got behind me, hit the gas, then get them off me

[verse 1 ?]
i’ve been counting all week, i’m еxhausted
steady spilling lean in thе benz, almost lost it
my resume flawless, my neck piece water
og copped it for me, and i’m f*cking on his daughter
got it by the low, what you need? get it ordered
we be pushing lines, you the type to get extorted
my b*tches all gorgeous, your b*tches look deported
nod off thinking how the f*ck i get some [?]

[verse 2 ?]
anxiety back to backwoods, got a n*gga snoring
i was skipping class, that money more important
and i like my whips foreign, the h*llcat [?]
yeezys on my feet, i ain’t f*cking with the jordans
knock a thick b*tch, but she all the way from oregon
wake up in a mansion, getting head in the morning
kick her out, she wasn’t talking back, she was boring
and it was cool while it lasted, i enjoyed it
[chorus ?]
if it’s some money on the flow, we sweep it up
park around the corner, hit the lights, because we creeping up
and all my n*ggas strapped, we keep it tucked
swerving in the foreign, in miami, got the heat with us
i don’t even know the b*tch, she gon’ boss me
she wasn’t even talking ’bout no money, how she lost me?
the devil on my back, get him off me
police got behind me, hit the gas, then get them off me

[verse 3 ?]
b*tch, i [?] bag, i do it often
[?] n*gga playing with his life, it’s gon’ cost him
you ain’t got no stash spot, n*gga, [?]
[?] his ass and let the chop [?]
they ain’t have a ride for me, i was walking
she [?], i kicked her ass out, she keep stalking
hit the corner with [?] we gon’ [?]
[?] i ain’t did sh*t, i just started

[verse 4 ?]
i keep it on me, that’s every day of the week for us
we everywhere on the block, it ain”t no creeping up
[?] that’s a deman, huh
and when she see me, she be on me, she tryna eat it up
and i don’t really trust n*ggas, it ain’t no linking up
when we ride in the whip, just keep it out, ’cause you might have to bust
got a bad b*tch with me, she acting [?], she don’t give a f*ck
the bag on the floor, i told the b*tch she gotta pick it up
[chorus ?]
if it’s some money on the flo, we sweep it up
park around the corner, hit the lights, because we creeping up
and all my n*ggas strapped, we keep it tucked
swerving in the foreign, in miami, got the heat with us
i don’t even know the b*tch, she gon’ boss me
she wasn’t even talking ’bout no money, how she lost me?
the devil on my back, get him off me
police got behind me, hit the gas, then get them off me

- philthy rich toohda band lil tray skinny t lil steve lyrics

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