"Hardwood Floors" lyrics
Aw, man
Y'know what I'm sayin'? We in this shit everyday man
Where the blunts at? Light up, light up
All these hoes fuckin' wit' us man
Yeah
Lookin' over the quarter million view type shit, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Young nigga type shit
Told the bitch jump when she fuckin' wit' the crew
She a faggot ass ho, everybody gon' shoot
Call me Fredo Santana with the birds in the roof
Catch me on the three point, all my niggas tryna shoot
Take the girl off the bench, make the ho fuck the crew
Need a couple cheerleaders, I ain't fuckin' wit' the divas
Mane, a bitch talkin' shit? I'ma see ya when I see ya
Fuck James Harden, he a real cheerleader (Figaro)
Fuck Westbrook, he ain't never rep the west
I ain't never seen him, he look like a ref
Westbrook a referee, he never smoked tree
He never made it rain, he ain't from the west
You know Lil B, he been from the west
Catch me in the hood or catch me in the projects
You know Lil B, he been from the west
Catch me in the hood or catch me in the projects (Figaro)
Told the bitch dunk with the birds in the roof
Hardwood floors, all my niggas love hoop
Bitch, make it rain, just bought the Bentley coupe
Hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, all my niggas love hoop
Yo, we live on the court right now (What's up wit' it?)
We got Lil B (Wassup?) comin' out the locker room, man
What you gotta say for yourself, Lil B?
(Shit ain't too much, 'cause I could do that, y'know what I'm sayin'? I could do that)
We see you out here killin' the game right now (Aw, yeah, yeah, we do it)
You know, in this Hoop Life shit, Hoop Life, Volume 2, we seen you on ESPN, CNN, MSNBC, in the field, what you doin'? (Yeah, man, I been in the gym doin' my thang, we rockin', man)
Yeah, it's fuck ... he stole my swag
No homo, bitch, I'ma fuck him in the ass
Still sellin' jerry and I'm still sellin' swag
Come to Richmond, bitch, you know where I'm at
Still in the hood trappin' out the projects
Young based god still wit' a bad bitch
I don't give a fuck about scorin' no points
I only shoot threes, trappin' when I want
Cheerleader bitch have her roll up a blunt
Dance on the stage, bitch, you know what I want
Dance on the stage, bitch, you know what I want
Sellin' Fetty Wap, bitch, roll me up a blunt (Figaro)
Told the bitch dunk with the birds in the roof
Hardwood floors, all my niggas love hoop
Bitch, make it rain, just bought the Bentley coupe
Hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, all my niggas love hoop
Y'know what I'm sayin'? We in this shit everyday man
Where the blunts at? Light up, light up
All these hoes fuckin' wit' us man
Yeah
Lookin' over the quarter million view type shit, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Young nigga type shit
Told the bitch jump when she fuckin' wit' the crew
She a faggot ass ho, everybody gon' shoot
Call me Fredo Santana with the birds in the roof
Catch me on the three point, all my niggas tryna shoot
Take the girl off the bench, make the ho fuck the crew
Need a couple cheerleaders, I ain't fuckin' wit' the divas
Mane, a bitch talkin' shit? I'ma see ya when I see ya
Fuck James Harden, he a real cheerleader (Figaro)
Fuck Westbrook, he ain't never rep the west
I ain't never seen him, he look like a ref
Westbrook a referee, he never smoked tree
He never made it rain, he ain't from the west
You know Lil B, he been from the west
Catch me in the hood or catch me in the projects
You know Lil B, he been from the west
Catch me in the hood or catch me in the projects (Figaro)
Told the bitch dunk with the birds in the roof
Hardwood floors, all my niggas love hoop
Bitch, make it rain, just bought the Bentley coupe
Hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, all my niggas love hoop
Yo, we live on the court right now (What's up wit' it?)
We got Lil B (Wassup?) comin' out the locker room, man
What you gotta say for yourself, Lil B?
(Shit ain't too much, 'cause I could do that, y'know what I'm sayin'? I could do that)
We see you out here killin' the game right now (Aw, yeah, yeah, we do it)
You know, in this Hoop Life shit, Hoop Life, Volume 2, we seen you on ESPN, CNN, MSNBC, in the field, what you doin'? (Yeah, man, I been in the gym doin' my thang, we rockin', man)
Yeah, it's fuck ... he stole my swag
No homo, bitch, I'ma fuck him in the ass
Still sellin' jerry and I'm still sellin' swag
Come to Richmond, bitch, you know where I'm at
Still in the hood trappin' out the projects
Young based god still wit' a bad bitch
I don't give a fuck about scorin' no points
I only shoot threes, trappin' when I want
Cheerleader bitch have her roll up a blunt
Dance on the stage, bitch, you know what I want
Dance on the stage, bitch, you know what I want
Sellin' Fetty Wap, bitch, roll me up a blunt (Figaro)
Told the bitch dunk with the birds in the roof
Hardwood floors, all my niggas love hoop
Bitch, make it rain, just bought the Bentley coupe
Hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, all my niggas love hoop
