Floating (Money in the Air)

[Verse 1]
Let me get this straight, you're fucking with a problem
Most bitches hating resemble a goblin
So they mad at the world
Throw that bitch a hunna tell her fix them curls
Throw that bitch a bag and tell that bitch go shopping
And tell her to tell her man to stop asking what's popping
Yo, I'm about to fly out
My new shit dropping, my jeans dyed out
Ripped in bits
My enemies looking like they dipped in shit
I don't give a fuck, I'mma take the piss
Nothing on my neck, nothing on my wrist
Gabbana on my lips, Armani on my tits
Ain't no bitches got shit on my queens
Fuck with me and I'mma shit on your team
We are bad, we are mean
I ain't gotta tell you twice, you can see
Take a good look, register authority
Marching army, ring shots calmly
Thirsty arse niggas keep begging for the nani
Don't let them down gently
Couldn't give a fuck if the nigga push a Bentley
He could shit gold and have the dick of the century
Tell a fella swerve like a drunk man tryna drive straight
Rappers say they coming for me, bitch why wait?
These bitches ain't ready, they ain't fucking with an amateur
And everywhere I go these niggas pulling out their cameras
So many flashes, lucky I ain't epileptic
The flow so dirty, the beat will go septic
Hair looking like I stuck my index
While it's wet in a socket and the shock was electric
Bitch I'm impressive, not who you wanna mess with
Everything epic, I find that effective

[Chorus]
We floating like money in the air, money in the air, money in the air
We floating like money in the air, money in the air, money in the air
We floating like money in the air, money in the air, money in the air
We floating like money in the air, money in the air, money in the air

We like some money in the air
We like some money in the air
We like some money in the air
We like some money in the air

[Verse 2]
Let me get this straight, you fellas ain't a problem
And if you are my technique will solve em
Never mind boo the world keep revolving
Around me and my squad and that shit is so golden
Bella Gotti, sweet like Banoffee
The colour of a toffee, keep you up like coffee
In a gang masked up, helping niggas clean shotties
Flipping out on bikes like we're Valentino Rossi uh
I ain't here to tell you I'm a bad girl
Actions speak louder they will show you I'm a
Bad girl, bad girl, bad girl, bad girl, bad girl
Worried bout me? You should worry bout yourself
Cause my squad are getting hungry and they're worried bout ya wealth (money in the air)

[Bridge]
I just don't know why niggas think they bout it (money in the air)
I'm way too cold these bitches ain't about it (money in the air)
We like some money in the air
We like some money in the air
We like some money in the air

[Chorus]

[Outro]
We like some money in the air
We like some money in the air
We like some money in the air
We like some money in the air