Lyrics from Snippet and Live Performance
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, 'Sace suit, copped this Rolls
It look like they tell your Ma
'Sace shoes, 'Sace robe
Make my crib feel like the spot
Not no bag, I can't go
I need ten upon arrival
Got your bih' in my truck, so I'm careful when I'm drivin', yeah
[Chorus]e fl
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm flyin' either way, throw that ass if you want
Pants fallin' down, ash on thoor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh
[Verse 1]
Windows tinted, Forgiato's, fuck the whip, five hoes inside it
“Buenos días, hola Mami. Maybe I could call you wifey”
Shift the pace, I take her down to SoHo, got your ho excited
Italiano leather jacket, this shit cost a fuckin' Audi
They like “Why is ian blowin' up?” Bitch I'm the one's who did it
I don't hear him talkin' 'bout no funds, I'm 'prolly not gon' listen
You don't make them pockets big as fuck, I'm 'prolly not gon' fit 'em
I just bought some brand new Jordan 1's, I can't even touch the rim
[Chorus]
P-Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
I'm flyin' either way, throw that ass if you want
Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor
The gas in my bag could put a man on the moon, huh
[Verse 2]
Damn bitch, face hot
New starter, play time
Furry coat, Maison
T-Ten pounds of [?]
We can't wine and dine, bae
This a one and done, bae
I'm just not the one for ya'
I'm too low on time or some'
Yes, like trap some' with the fire, I'm twistin' yo ass, that's just how it is
Whenever this shit get hard, confide, you tell me everything, you know how it is
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On The Floor was written by ian (USA).