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On the Floor (feat. G1 Mel) Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Prodd
Length: 2:41
Written by: James Hill




Lil Prodd - On the Floor (feat. G1 Mel) Lyrics




Get on the floor, show em what you made of
Name another nigga balling with the flavor
F*ck them other niggas swear that they all haters, got they hands out stay asking me for favors
Get on the floor, show em what you made of
Name another nigga balling with the flavor
F*ck them other niggas swear that they all haters, got they hands out stay asking me for favors
After I f*ck her she gotta go, got her a Lyft yea it outside
Big knots all in my pocket, all that talking boy you gotta stop it
Niggas be shady and out of pocket, in the night creeping with the nine
Now I see him so I gotta drop em, told my mama imma get the riches
She giving the neck and I bust on her face, I throw her away got no time for a bae
Niggas like riding I made my own wave, niggas be goofy and just in the way
Young nigga just tryna get paid, young nigga really making a way
Young nigga making money moves, these niggas be in the way
Bitches be seeking the lies and I bought em, we're gonna hop out the front of the coupe
We're gonna get to bussin at yah crew, niggas be fronting and calling they moves
She wanna f*ck me cuz I got the juice, she loving the way that I'm f*cking her
These niggas they know that I'm down to ride, these niggas was never ahead of us
Get on the floor, show em what you made of
Name another nigga balling with the flavor
F*ck them other niggas swear that they all haters
Got they hands out stay asking me for favors
Get on the floor, show em what you made of
Name another nigga balling with the flavor
F*ck them other niggas swear that they all haters
Got they hands out stay asking me for favors
I don't know what they want from me, yea
All these racks they keep me company, yea
They keep giving this fake love to me, yea
At the top it ain't no touching me, yea
I've been up, since a pup
Remember days, it was rough
Now I'm balling, I got bucks
Money calling, I pick up
In the trap, day and night
2wayy, that's my life
Times tough, you gotta fight
Man I swear, it's my time
Get on the floor, show em what you made of
Name another nigga balling with the flavor
F*ck them other niggas swear that they all haters
Got they hands out stay asking me for favors
Get on the floor, show em what you made of
Name another nigga balling with the flavor
F*ck them other niggas swear that they all haters
Got they hands out stay asking me for favors
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Get on the floor, show em what you made of
Name another nigga balling with the flavor
F*ck them other niggas swear that they all haters, got they hands out stay asking me for favors
Get on the floor, show em what you made of
Name another nigga balling with the flavor
F*ck them other niggas swear that they all haters, got they hands out stay asking me for favors
After I f*ck her she gotta go, got her a Lyft yea it outside
Big knots all in my pocket, all that talking boy you gotta stop it
Niggas be shady and out of pocket, in the night creeping with the nine
Now I see him so I gotta drop em, told my mama imma get the riches
She giving the neck and I bust on her face, I throw her away got no time for a bae
Niggas like riding I made my own wave, niggas be goofy and just in the way
Young nigga just tryna get paid, young nigga really making a way
Young nigga making money moves, these niggas be in the way
Bitches be seeking the lies and I bought em, we're gonna hop out the front of the coupe
We're gonna get to bussin at yah crew, niggas be fronting and calling they moves
She wanna f*ck me cuz I got the juice, she loving the way that I'm f*cking her
These niggas they know that I'm down to ride, these niggas was never ahead of us
Get on the floor, show em what you made of
Name another nigga balling with the flavor
F*ck them other niggas swear that they all haters
Got they hands out stay asking me for favors
Get on the floor, show em what you made of
Name another nigga balling with the flavor
F*ck them other niggas swear that they all haters
Got they hands out stay asking me for favors
I don't know what they want from me, yea
All these racks they keep me company, yea
They keep giving this fake love to me, yea
At the top it ain't no touching me, yea
I've been up, since a pup
Remember days, it was rough
Now I'm balling, I got bucks
Money calling, I pick up
In the trap, day and night
2wayy, that's my life
Times tough, you gotta fight
Man I swear, it's my time
Get on the floor, show em what you made of
Name another nigga balling with the flavor
F*ck them other niggas swear that they all haters
Got they hands out stay asking me for favors
Get on the floor, show em what you made of
Name another nigga balling with the flavor
F*ck them other niggas swear that they all haters
Got they hands out stay asking me for favors
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Writer: James Hill
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