Sleeping on the Floor
Lil Uzi Vert Lyrics


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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, yeah (yeah, yeah)
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)
Servin' my dope in wife beaters (yeah), yeah (yeah-yeah)
Servin' my dope in wife beaters (yeah), yeah (yeah-yeah)

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)

Havin', I'm havin' somethin' to do with that bitch that you be cuddlin' with (swish)
Out the South of France, I got different cultures suckin' on me (swish)
I was poppin' Xans, servin' that dope and bought me a company (swish)
I try OxyContin and wash the cash at the laundry (swish)
I be livin' in luxu-luxury in different countries (yeah)
I got bitches beggin'-beggin' me in different continents (yeah)
I could never cuff a-cuff a bitch who never honor me (yeah)
I would never trust her, only judge off what she done for me (whoa)
Ice got me glistenin' like ocean, no, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)
I already smashed her up, now, Baby Pluto hittin' that nana (whoa, whoa)
Made her count that money, so much money, she look cockeyed (whoa, whoa)
Fuck on her Snapchat, like, "Baby, go, this gon' go viral" (yeah, Freebandz gang)

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' (whoa)
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 (whoa, yeah)
Swish, swish, yeah, yeah

So many fuckin' bands, woulda thought this shit was counterfeit ('fit)
Pull up, some new Balenci', NUMBER (N)INE this shit my counter fit (my counter fit, my other)
So many different vibes, beggin' me, just tryna suck my dick
I'm Baby Pluto (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 (hah?)
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 motherfuckin' back door (whoa)
Pullin' up right there, right there in the two-door, whoa (skrrt)
Bye-bye, toodles (whoa)
I'll kick the shit like it's Judo (bitch, bitch)
Walk on the beat, only two toes
Pull up, a double M truck and it's two-tone (whoa)
Two bitches, 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 phone, yeah, yeah
Look at them two bitches that was with me
Both suckin', I get two domes (suck it up)
I ain't gon' lie, motherfucker get too gone
Motherfucker 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)

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)
Servin' my dope in wife beaters (yeah), yeah (yeah-yeah)
Servin' my dope in wife beaters (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)
Swish, swish, yeah, yeah (swish)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Sleeping On The Floor" by Lil Uzi Vert and Future revolve around themes of wealth, lifestyle, and success. The song showcases their luxurious and extravagant lifestyles, highlighting their material possessions, money, and power.


The first verse touches on the artists' drug dealing activities, with references to serving and filling up dope. It also mentions sleeping on the floor with a heater, which can be interpreted as a symbol of their tough beginnings and hustling mentality. Despite their success, they still carry the memories and mindset of their earlier struggles.


The chorus emphasizes the opulence and excess that the artists enjoy. They wear expensive brands like Gucci and have a significant amount of money. The repetition of being moody with all this money suggests that their abundance doesn't guarantee happiness and that they may face emotional challenges despite their wealth.


The following verses continue to boast about their lavish lifestyles and sexual encounters. Lil Uzi Vert and Future discuss their global presence and influence, with people from different cultures being attracted to them. They also touch on drug use, such as taking Xanax (Xans) and OxyContin. The lyrics depict a life of travel, luxury, and encounters with women around the world.


The second chorus reinforces the themes of money, power, and sex. The mention of cutting rings with baguettes refers to adding diamond accents to their jewelry, further emphasizing their wealth and status. The line about drinking syrup and hitting the net can be interpreted as a reference to codeine (syrup) use and posting their luxurious lifestyle on social media.


The concluding verse focuses on the artists' fame and ability to attract multiple women. It portrays them as players who are involved with multiple partners simultaneously. The lyrics also touch on the artists' opulent living, with references to expensive cars like the Phantom and Ghost. It concludes with Lil Uzi Vert boasting about his wealth and considering purchasing multiple homes.


Overall, "Sleeping On The Floor" showcases Lil Uzi Vert and Future's extravagant lifestyles, their past struggles, and their current success in the music industry. The lyrics celebrate material possessions, money, and the lustful experiences associated with their fame.




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Darius Hill, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Symere Woods, Todja Hill

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[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, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
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)
Serve my dope, might beat us (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Serve my dope, might beat us (Yeah), yeah (Yeah-yeah)

[Chorus: Future]
Momma, momma (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)
Gettin' 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' 'em havin' somethin' to do with that bitch you cuddlin' with (Swish, swish, swish, swish)
Out the South of France, I got different cultures suckin' on me (Swish, swish, swish, swish)
I wouldn't pop the Xans, servin' the 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 bitches beggin', beggin' me in different continents (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I could never cuff a-cuff a bitch 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)
(Woah, woah)
Made her count that money, so much money, she lil' cockeyed (Woah, woah)
Fuck on her Snapchat, like, "Baby, go, this gon' go viral" (Yeah, yeah, Freebandz gang)

[Chorus: Future]
Momma, momma (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)
Gettin' 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 fuckin' bands, you woulda thought this shit was counterfeit ('Fit)
Pull up, some new Balenci', NO. 9, this shit 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(Fuck hoes)
I brought a fan, I'm a new ghost (Yeah, new ghost)
Got some new beef, then that boy roast (Yeah)
Uppin' the bread, then 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 muhfuckin' back door (Woah)
Pullin' up right there, right there in the two-door (Huh-huh, skrrt)
Woah, bye-bye two doors (Bitch, woah)
I'll kick the shit like it's judo (Bitch, bitch)
Walk on the beat, only two toes
Pull up, a double M truck and it's two-tone (Woah)
Two bitches, they stay with me
You know I'm a dog, I stay with two redbones (Uh)
Two white cups, that's the styrofoam (Rr)
High off of pills, talkin' two phones (Yeah, yeah)
Livin' with two bitches that was with me
Both suckin', I get two domes (Suck it up)
I ain't gon' like, muhfucker get too gone
Muhfucker 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)
Momma, momma (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)
Gettin' my vici, my veni, my 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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@darthrap456

This song is severely underrated, hardest Pluto x Uzi collab imo

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