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On my Florida shit, you know my pants saggin'
Aye, you know my pants saggin'
On my Florida shit, you know I got big whips
Aye, you know I got big whips
On my Florida shit, you know I'm doing the money walk
Aye you know I'm doing the money walk
On my Florida shit, spray gang on they ass
Aye, spray gang on they ass
On my Florida shit, you know my pants saggin'
Aye, you know my pants saggin'
On my Florida shit, you know I got big whips
Aye, you know I got big whips
On my Florida shit, you know I'm doing the money walk
Aye you know I'm doing the money walk
On my Florida shit, spray gang on they ass
Aye, spray gang on they ass
Been a baller down to my last seven bricks
No shade, no shower I done bust about 70 licks
All day and all night in the same feelings
some niggas hustlin' for the day to buy some new kicks
I'm grinding a whole twelve months, year round
Serving drinks, serving rice, serving that Nino Brown
They fuck my city up, when I'm floss, hit my town
My phone going hay and I'm taking everything down
I put my own food on my dinner plate
My pockets on right, key shit, heavy weight
Drive a rod, then a coupla bullets penetrate
Jump in they coupe, hit the gas, then accelerate
Now I'm getting right back to the money
I fell in love when I saw them blue strip honeys
Watch me me saran wrap them breasts, like a mummy
If the word got a D on it, you got served a dummy
On my Florida shit, you know my pants saggin'
Aye, you know my pants saggin'
On my Florida shit, you know I got big whips
Aye, you know I got big whips
On my Florida shit, you know I'm doing the money walk
Aye you know I'm doing the money walk
On my Florida shit, spray gang on they ass
Aye, spray gang on they ass
On my Florida shit, you know my pants saggin'
Aye, you know my pants saggin'
On my Florida shit, you know I got big whips
Aye, you know I got big whips
On my Florida shit, you know I'm doing the money walk
Aye you know I'm doing the money walk
On my Florida shit, spray gang on they ass
Aye, spray gang on they ass
Grass greener over here, 'cos I'm quite lit
Me and Pedro boy like crayons on my cab
All these red other bits, yeah you cut 'em right here
'cos I got pink fits and blue honey
I'm a thoroughbred soldier, I'm a loyal boy
Cutthroat, I'm a down South, Florida boy
Little niggas say I'm big but they didn't know
I'm in Fort Myer 2-3-9-5-4
Love to try a i cannon but there ain't nothing like bra- do
Do what everybody, come for chocolates all 5 foot a little
Fighting in a party now we sniping like we GI Joe
While the whip has diamonds on urge everybody's own
Hood nigga hoppin' out the pope, trying to get it
Fuck school we wanna hit then fill our whole mouth with gold
I got diamonds now
I'm in lotto, in slava joe
Land like a big old pistol though
Look nigga I got big bones
On my Florida shit, you know my pants saggin'
Aye, you know my pants saggin'
On my Florida shit, you know I got big whips
Aye, you know I got big whips
On my Florida shit, you know I'm doing the money walk
Aye you know I'm doing the money walk
On my Florida shit, spray gang on they ass
Aye, spray gang on they ass
On my Florida shit, you know my pants saggin'
Aye, you know my pants saggin'
On my Florida shit, you know I got big whips
Aye, you know I got big whips
On my Florida shit, you know I'm doing the money walk
Aye you know I'm doing the money walk
On my Florida shit, spray gang on they ass
Aye, spray gang on they ass
Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Daryl L. Simmons, Antonio M. Reid, Faheem Najm, Kenneth B. Edmonds, Dieuson Octave, Douglas K. Whitehead
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