Shorty (Put It On The Floor) Lyrics
(feat. Nick Cannon, Chingy, Fat Joe)
[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.
But trick when it`s like that, it`s cause I been a G.
Look at the way women tend to grin at me.
I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy.
Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy.
I`m the young Donald Trump, is y`all hearing me?
Girls on the side line, yeah they cheerin` me.
Ask her, can she drive a stick, now she steerin me.
Man, I`m sick. Know it ain`t no curin` me.
C to the H to the I-N-G. Y
[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 3: Fat Joe]
Put that ass up on the flo`, make it clap when you see cats pass for the door.
I ain`t tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like he`s Joe Crack the boss.
Played it back, cause I be so paranoid.
I got a wife, but baby please don`t back it off.
She understood that, said, “What`s good, Crack?”
Got me screaming with a hood, with a hood rat.
Mami, I ain`t gotta pot to piss in.
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss �em.
So I, cut the chase, took her out the place.
Put her in a bed, put a smile on her face.
She don`t know Joe Crack, the Daun
Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad.
All I keep is a 100 G`s, limit credit card.
Could you believe, we could spend it all.
New York, Put it on the flo`.
New York, Put it on the flo.`
Jersey, Put it on the flo`.
Jersey, Put it on the flo`.
V.A. Put it on the flo`.
V.A. Put it on the flo`.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo`.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo`.
[Verse 4: Nick Cannon]
Shorty, you gon` work for this little bit of change.
Side order of pimpin`, little bit of game.
What ya know, gon` hurt, just a little bit of pain.
When I rip your skirt, from your little bity frame.
Whole lot drinkin`, whole lot of cash.
Dirty ol` Nick with a whole lot of **
Fly Guy, Antonio Vaugus.
Porshe`s we ain`t even parkin.
Valet, alligator air forces.
Waves in my head have them chicks getting nauseas.
Let �em cause the fame, my dough, your world.
So shake it like a n-n-n-nasty girl.
[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)[2x]
BK, Put it on the flo`.
BK, Put it on the flo`.
BX, Put it on the flo`.
BX, Put it on the flo`.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo`.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo`.
Philly, Put it on the flo`.
Philly, Put it on the flo`.
