Fat Joe Shorty (put It On The Floor) Lyrics

Shorty (put It On The Floor) Lyrics

(feat. Busta Rhymes, Nick Cannon, Chingy)

[Intro]

New York, Put it on the flo.

New York, Put it on the flo. (What!)
(Cmon)

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 Im 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, dont 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, Ill 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 aint 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 aint got your own
paper, I dont 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 aint 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.

But trick when its like th