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Future - Sleeping on the Floor lyrics

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Sleeping on the Floor by Future


[Intro: Future]
Yeah, serve more dope, one liter, yeah (Freebandz)
Serve my dope, my heater, yeah (Freebandz)
Sleepin’ on the floor with my heater, yeah (Yeah)
Sleepin’ in the house with my heater, yeah (Yeah, super)
Sleepin’ in the house with my beater, yeah (Yeah, yeah, D. Hill)
Sleepin’ in the house with my people, yeah (Yeah, yeah, Loudy Luna)
Sleepin’ in the house with my diva, yеah (Yeah, yeah)
Sleepin’ on the floor with my hеater (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Fillin’ up dope, one liter (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Fillin’ up dope, one liter (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Serve my dope, might beat us (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Serve my dope, might beat us (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
[Chorus: Future]
Mama, mama (Yeah), Caesar’s, woo (Oh)
I’m gettin’ fly like a eagle, woo (Ha-ha)
I wear more Gucci than Gucci, woo (Ha-ha)
All of this money, I’m moody, woo (Ha-ha)
All of this money, I’m moody, woo (Ha-ha)
Getting my vici, my veni, I’m rulin’ (Ha-ha)
Yeah, yeah, money and power and sex, yeah (Yeah)
Cut up my rings with baguettes, yeah (Yeah)
Drinkin’ on syrup, hit the net, yeah (Yeah)
Swish, swish, yeah, yeah (Swish, swish)
[Verse 1: Future]
Havin’-I’m havin’ somethin’ to do with that b**ch that you be cuddlin’ with (Swish, swish, swish, swish)
Out the South of France, I got different cultures suckin’ on me (Swish, swish, swish, swish)
I was poppin’ Xans, servin’ that dope and bought me a company (Swish, swish, swish, swish)
I try OxyContin and wash the cash at the laundry (Swish, swish, swish, swish)
I be livin’ in luxu-luxury in different countries (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got b**ches beggin’-beggin’ me in different continents (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I could never cuff a-cuff a b**ch who never on the Moll’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I would never trust her, only judge off what she done for me (Woah, woah, woah)
Ice got me glistenin’ like ocean, no, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
I already smashed her up, now, Baby Pluto in that nana (Woah, woah)
Made her count that money, so much money, she look cockeyed (Woah, woah)
f**k on her Snapchat, like, “Baby, go, this gon’ go viral” (Yeah, yeah, Freebandz gang)
[Chorus: Future]
Mama, mama (Yeah), Caesar’s, woo (Yeah-yeah)
I’m gettin’ fly like a eagle (Yeah), woo (Yeah-yeah)
I wear more Gucci than Gucci (Yeah), woo (Yeah-yeah)
All of this money, I’m moody (Yeah), woo (Yeah-yeah)
All of this money, I’m moody (Yeah), woo (Yeah-yeah)
Getting my vici, my veni (Yeah), I’m rulin’ (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, money and power and sex, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Cut up my rings with baguettes, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Drinkin’ on syrup, hit the net, yeah (Woah, yeah)
Swish, swish, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
So many f**kin’ bands, woulda thought this sh*t was counterfeit (‘Fit)
Pull up, some new Balenci’, NUMBER (N)INE this sh*t my counter fit (My counter fit, my other)
So many different vibes, beggin’ me, just tryna suck my dick
I’m Baby Pluto (Baby, Baby Pluto), pockets, they big like a sumo (Sumo, yeah)
Pockets, they fat like it’s glucose (Glucose)
I brought a Phantom, a new Ghost (New Ghost)
Got some new beef, then that boy roast (Boy)
About the bread and that boy toast (Hah)
No, these niggas don’t wanna talk, though (Huh?)
I put some touch on my earlobes (Yeah)
You know 12, they knockin’ at the front door (Lil Uzi)
I had to run out the motherf**kin’ back door (Woah)
Pullin’ up right there, right there in the two-door, woah (Huh-huh, skrrt)
Bye-bye, toodles (b**ch, woah)
I’ll kick the sh*t like it’s judo (b**ch, b**ch)
Walk on the beat, only two toes
Pull up, a double M truck and it’s two-tone (Woah)
Two b**ches, they stay with me
You know I’m a dog, I stay with two redbones (Uh)
Two white cups, that’s the Styrofoam (Grr)
High off of pills, talk with two phones (Yeah, yeah)
Look at them two b**ches that was with me
Both suckin’, I get two domes (Suck it up)
I ain’t gon’ like, motherf**ker get too gone
Motherf**ker get way too gone (Uh, uh)
Young boy nigga gettin’ too much money (Too much)
I might as well go buy two homes, yeah (Oh, wait, two homes, yeah)
[Chorus: Future, Lil Uzi Vert & Both]
Sleepin’ on the floor with my heater (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Fillin’ up dope, one liter (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Fillin’ up dope, one liter (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah, Lil Uzi)
Serve my dope, might beat us (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Serve my dope, might beat us (Yeah), woo, woo (Yeah-yeah)
Mama, mama (Yeah), Caesar’s, woo, woo (Oh)
I’m gettin’ fly like a eagle, woo (Ha-ha, yeah)
I wear more Gucci than Gucci, woo (Ha-ha)
All of this money, I’m moody, woo (Ha-ha)
All of this money, I’m moody, woo (Ha-ha, let’s go)
Getting my vici, my veni, I’m rulin’ (Ha-ha)
Yeah, yeah, money and power and sex, yeah (Yeah)
Cut up my rings with baguettes, yeah (Yeah)
Drinkin’ on syrup, hit the net, yeah (Yeah, frrp)
Swish, swish, yeah, yeah (Frrp, swish, swish)



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