Marble Floors Lyrics Summrs
(Yeah, it’s that Really Rich ***, ***)
(It’s that double R, bird business ***)
(I got rich off and I cut everybody off, *** ’em)
(It’s that bird business ***, it’s ***’ global)
(I love you, I love you too, ha-ha)
Cleanin’ my car in the rain (In the rain, ***)
*** can’t ask me for ***, you know they ain’t hittin’ my motherfuckin’ drank
Fifties look like my cup, it’s pink, yeah
Go to the bank and pull out them Franks
I put on Cologne in the bank (Yeah)
Fifty thousand for the chain on my motherfuckin’ neck, I’m a walkin’ saint
Asked her, said she wanna cry in the bucket or come cry in the Bentley, yeah (Which one you really wanna cry in?)
Up in the club and I got my lil’ Glock tucked, Fatty got a semi, yeah
*** all them niggas, they know it’s gon’ go up
(Niggas gone have to *** me, gotta *** me, ***, yeah, *** you, ***)
Take half a mil’ out the bank, put it in this *** face, she got scared, kinda she ain’t ever seen that much money, bet I make her faint (I make her faint)
She told me, “Change the light in the car,” so she can get her a lil’ picture
Soon as I bought her Chanel, she ain’t wanna go back to her *** (Ain’t wanna go back to that ***)
(She like, “*** that ***, man, that *** could never do what you do”)
(Yeah)
(Yeah, *** that ***, *** ’em)
Black trucks behind me in traffic (Traffic, yeah)
Snipers on the ***’ roof, I give ’em the green light, he gon’ smash it (Woo)
Don’t hurt your head, turn backwards (Turn backwards)
Got a lil’ *** and she up in my payroll, workin’ that magic
*** twice my age (Woo), but she still calling me daddy (Woo)
In a black truck (Woo), it’s a Caddy (Caddy)
Got a lot of these bad *** on me shakin’ ass (Yeah), yeah, they get ratchet (Yeah)
I’m off that boop, baby, what’s happenin’? (Woo)
Tell that boy you’ll see him later, finna pick you up in the Rolls (Woo, skrrt)
Fast forward through the night, then I had her friend up in the Ghost (Skrrt)
Cleanin’ my car in the rain (In the rain, ***)
*** can’t ask me for ***, you know they ain’t hittin’ my motherfuckin’ drank
Fifties look like my cup, it’s pink, yeah
Go to the bank and pull out them Franks
I put on Cologne in the bank (Yeah)
Fifty thousand for the chain on my motherfuckin’ neck, I’m a walkin’ saint
Asked her, said she wanna cry in the bucket or come cry in the Bentley, yeah (Which one you really wanna cry in?)
Up in the club and I got my lil’ Glock tucked, Fatty got a semi, yeah
*** all them niggas, they know it’s gon’ go up
(Niggas gone have to *** me, gotta *** me, ***, yeah, *** you, ***)
I ain’t the type of *** to share my fragrance, yeah
Can’t be smellin’ the same around these *** young ***, you hear me?
My memory clouded up by drugs, sip codeine ’til I’m dizzy
Park the Maybach on the curb, got these white people like, “He trippin'”
I snaked you but you snaked me first, why it gotta be reptilian
I sip on the purp’, not the green, that’s yo boyfriend, he chameleon
You gotta know what’s going on, I’m not a regular civilian
I told mawmaw before she was gone that I’d see me a million
Oh, the irony, oh-oh
Better get his *** ‘fore I take her home ’cause she eyein’ me, oh
***, I ain’t stupid, think I’m a trick, I ain’t buyin’ it, yeah
Sit in the back of the Ghost like I’m possessed
Take her to designer stores, watch her get undressed
Instagram bio say she highly favored and she blessed