CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Floating

(YoungTN productions)
Oh, I'm 'bout to float on this bitch
(Oh yeah, Berki, this the one right here)

She like, "Birkin bag, I'm classy," bitch, get nasty and you got it
I might Forgiato my whip, five-percent my tint, I ain't even go to college
And she ain't go to college either, but the way that she giving me head like she giving me knowledge
I know she a lil' freaky bitch, she gon' stand on her toes like a stallion whenever she ride it
[?] cop a two-tone AP, bust it all down, I'ma fill it all up with diamonds
She don't even mind her mama, but she listen to me, she gon' do what I say like assignments
She know that I pop my shit
Gon' buy her Chanel whenever she whining
And I don't really do outside
Told the bitch I'm fine on the wining and dining
[?] on a new Rolls
Cover them books for a few shows
I hit Rodeo for new clothes
Fuck a Rolex, tryna cop me a Hublot
And they know if he blow, I blow
Niggas get hit, better dip like P coat
I put five-percent on my whip
But a nigga like Curry, I'm a hundred from the free throw

Who said what?
We rock Cartiers busts
You can't play like you tough
Put fifty, we double it up
Niggas get hit for a hundred, he ain't got two hundred
He like double or nothing
Bitch, you broke, you better off just tryna double your cup
I'm tryna double my sluts
You know if she bad, I hit that
I be in a room full of niggas who rich
Rolex, AP, have a wrist match
We drop a bodybag, he drop a diss track
They like, "You fire," I ain't even lit yet
She be blowing mine and I ain't hit yet
I do everything them niggas ain't did yet

She like, "Birkin bag, I'm classy," bitch, get nasty and you got it
I might Forgiato my whip, five-percent my tint, I ain't even go to college
And she ain't go to college either, but the way that she giving me head like she giving me knowledge
I know she a lil' freaky bitch, she gon' stand on her toes like a stallion whenever she ride it
[?] cop a two-tone AP, bust it all down, I'ma fill it all up with diamonds
She don't even mind her mama, but she listen to me, she gon' do what I say like assignments
She know that I pop my shit
Gon' buy her Chanel whenever she whining
And I don't really do outside
Told the bitch I'm fine on the wining and dining
[?] on a new Rolls
Cover them books for a few shows
I hit Rodeo for new clothes
Fuck a Rolex, tryna cop me a Hublot
And they know if he blow, I blow
Niggas get hit, better dip like P coat
I put five-percent on my whip
But a nigga like Curry, I'm a hundred from the free throw

They know it get chill outside
Tell 'em lay real outside
We could bring hell to the earth
But I'm still praying to God
I put my right hand on the bible, gang let it bang when he slide
Them niggas pussy, I could smell it, we ain't the same on our side
Tell me how you want it, just pick your opponent, we all gon' do that
You think if you shoot at is that a nigga ain't gon' shoot back
I just copped a two-door convertible, push my roof back
They say it was after the storm, so you know I had to bring the cool back
We turn your block the way we move at
White tees and we rock durags
Contemplating your next move while I run up a new bag
I don't fuck with niggas, tell bro don't bring 'round no new cats
And I spent ten for the earrings, kept falling out, I need the screw backs

She like, "Birkin bag, I'm classy," bitch, get nasty and you got it
I might Forgiato my whip, five-percent my tint, I ain't even go to college
And she ain't go to college either, but the way that she giving me head like she giving me knowledge
I know she a lil' freaky bitch, she gon' stand on her toes like a stallion whenever she ride it
[?] cop a two-tone AP, bust it all down, I'ma fill it all up with diamonds
She don't even mind her mama, but she listen to me, she gon' do what I say like assignments
She know that I pop my shit
Gon' buy her Chanel whenever she whining
And I don't really do outside
Told the bitch I'm fine on the wining and dining
[?] on a new Rolls
Cover them books for a few shows
I hit Rodeo for new clothes
Fuck a Rolex, tryna cop me a Hublot
And they know if he blow, I blow
Niggas get hit, better dip like P coat
I put five-percent on my whip
But a nigga like Curry, I'm a hundred from the free throw