(feat. Busta Rhymes, Chingy, Fat Joe)

[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