Busta Rhymes Chingy Fat Joe Nick Cannon Shorty (put It On The Floor) Lyrics

Shorty (put It On The Floor) Lyrics

[Intro]

New York, Put it on the flo'.

New York, Put it on the flo'.
(What!) (C'mon)

Cali, Put it on the flo'.

Cali, Put it on the
flo'.

Miami, Put it on the flo'.

Miami, Put it on the flo'.

Atlanta, Put it on the flo'.

Atlanta, Put it on the flo'.



[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

One time, the women start sniffin around, when
we be rippin' it down, we got 'em stickin' around. 

The way they love to
feel like I'm the king of the town. 

The way my money stack steep and got
'em flippin' around.

And got 'em makin' a sound. 

Ayo, you looking
delicious. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken.

Listen,
cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don't
touch my money. 

Even though you looking good and it was nice to meet ya,
you be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me. 

Before you ever
try to touch my money clip, I'll put you on the corner walking up and down the
money strip.

Now looka here, honey dip betta find another dummy quick.
Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip. 

I see where you can
get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain't getting
nothing over here. 



[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

I think you need
to move it to the left (Shorty)

Move it to the left (Shorty)

If you
ain't got your own paper, I don't suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)

Keep it right (Shorty)

You betta keep it tight (Shorty)

You
betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain't getting none of mine, tonight
(Shorty)



[Verse 2: Chingy]

Ma, let me see you twist it like
a centipede.

I keep a sack of that, plus some Hennessey.

Since I
got rich, I keep a lot of enemies.

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