Lil' Wayne, French Montana, 2 Chainz, Rick Ross - Marble Floors (Explicit Version)

Marble Floors
Lil' Wayne, French Montana, 2 Chainz, Rick Ross
03:51
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Song lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
So I let the bitch hang out with me, right,
You know, word got around, I was fuckin' this nigga bitch,
So the nigga called me, he like, “You fuckin' my bitch?”
I'm like, “I'm fuckin' her right now”.

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors,
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds,
Big bodies, I got ten of those,
Whippin' work, it smellin' like they dinner rolls.

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Told that bitch, “Take your shoes off, look, don't even argue!”
Got your bitch tip-toein' on Italian marble,
They on that bad bitch, too much pork around it,
Shorty ass fat, you gotta walk around it.
Big body got ten of those,
Cars, cribs that's eight hoes,
Nine piece, that's dinner rolls,
Wild freaks, that centerfold.
Hundred on my shine.
You don't like it? Fine.
Got ya bitch tip-toein' like Gregory Hines,
Cashin' out with that nina,
Ten days, you ain't seen her.
She ask for it, I beat it,
You greedy nigga, you eat it.
These corny niggas all on my dick,
Princess cuts all in my wrist,
Hundred rounds all in my hip,
Two hundred grand all in my whip.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Wet work, got the kitchen stankin',
We call a undercover, a pig in the blanket.
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous,
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln.
Stuntin' on them bitches like Birdman,
Roll the weed in white sheets, Ku Klux Klan.
Put it on the scale, watch it do numbers,
Playin' with them keys like Stevie Wonder.
All my hoes pretty, all my niggas brazy,
We sell that white, sell that brown, call it rice and gravy.
Call me Tunechi Lee or don't call me at all,
Man, fuck all you niggas... pause!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz, that's your best answer,
Cup filled with pink, I'm supportin' breast cancer,
I might do that walk for the five K,
I get paid every time I leave my driveway.
Got yo girl tip-toein' on my marble floors,
Sittin' by the pool, jumpin' off the divin' board,
Gettin' to the money, Imma need a money counter,
So many acres, my neighbors stay in another county.
Ted DiBiase in Versace loafers,
All you talk is shit, nigga, halitosis.
Ghosts, I pulled up in that pale thang,
Got a Chanel chain on top of Chanel chain on top of Chanel chain on top of Chanel chain,
Goddamn!

[Chorus]