Floating (Money in the Air)

[Verse 1] Let me get this straight, you're fucking with a problem Most bitches hating resemble a goblin So they mad at the world Throw that bitch a hunna tell her fix them curls Throw that bitch a bag and tell that bitch go shopping And tell her to tell her man to stop asking what's popping Yo, I'm about to fly out My new shit dropping, my jeans dyed out Ripped in bits My enemies looking like they dipped in shit I don't give a fuck, I'mma take the piss Nothing on my neck, nothing on my wrist Gabbana on my lips, Armani on my tits Ain't no bitches got shit on my queens Fuck with me and I'mma shit on your team We are bad, we are mean I ain't gotta tell you twice, you can see Take a good look, register authority Marching army, ring shots calmly Thirsty arse niggas keep begging for the nani Don't let them down gently Couldn't give a fuck if the nigga push a Bentley He could shit gold and have the dick of the century Tell a fella swerve like a drunk man tryna drive straight Rappers say they coming for me, bitch why wait? These bitches ain't ready, they ain't fucking with an amateur And everywhere I go these niggas pulling out their cameras So many flashes, lucky I ain't epileptic The flow so dirty, the beat will go septic Hair looking like I stuck my index While it's wet in a socket and the shock was electric Bitch I'm impressive, not who you wanna mess with Everything epic, I find that effective [Chorus] We floating like money in the air, money in the air, money in the air We floating like money in the air, money in the air, money in the air We floating like money in the air, money in the air, money in the air We floating like money in the air, money in the air, money in the air We like some money in the air We like some money in the air We like some money in the air We like some money in the air [Verse 2] Let me get this straight, you fellas ain't a problem And if you are my technique will solve em Never mind boo the world keep revolving Around me and my squad and that shit is so golden Bella Gotti, sweet like Banoffee The colour of a toffee, keep you up like coffee In a gang masked up, helping niggas clean shotties Flipping out on bikes like we're Valentino Rossi uh I ain't here to tell you I'm a bad girl Actions speak louder they will show you I'm a Bad girl, bad girl, bad girl, bad girl, bad girl Worried bout me? You should worry bout yourself Cause my squad are getting hungry and they're worried bout ya wealth (money in the air) [Bridge] I just don't know why niggas think they bout it (money in the air) I'm way too cold these bitches ain't about it (money in the air) We like some money in the air We like some money in the air We like some money in the air [Chorus] [Outro] We like some money in the air We like some money in the air We like some money in the air We like some money in the air