Dance

Uh, bring that motherfucking beat back
 What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"
 ♪
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Hands, do it with no hands
 Damn, bitch, you been a fan
 Damn, damn, damn, damn
 Hopped out the fucking Rover
 With your baby like a stroller
 Call your bitch and say it's over
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Bitches acting shitty
 So I had to potty train 'em
 I ain't never met the ho, but her nigga probably ate it
 I been moving with the bag, just in case I wanna buy shit
 I been moving with a shooter, just in case you wanna try shit
 Dance, do the money dance
 Boy, this ain't no baby Benz
 AMG got big old bands
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 I don't want your petty cash
 Boy, I want what's in your stash
 Come over and get this ass
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 They hit me to come through, they did good, so I do
 He was nervous 'cause I'm gangster, tried to fuck me in his shoes
 Boy, you safe, it's okay, ain't no set up, you can stay
 If I really want you hit, you wouldn't've made it all this way, hey
 Pop it like some bubble gum, show me how you work your tongue
 Nigga, don't be acting shy, go 'round back and use your thumb
 Yeah, I'm a freak, he be scared I'ma cheat
 Tryna keep me in the house, pussy under lock and key, ah
 Dance, do the money dance
 Boy, this ain't no baby Benz
 AMG got big old bands
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 I don't want your petty cash
 Boy, I want what's in your stash
 Come over and get this ass
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Hey, hey, yeah
 Dance, make him blow them bands
 Dance, make him blow them bands, hah
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, ayy
 I'ma need that money, ooh
 Put up with my attitude
 Call me when you coming through
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 I'ma need that money, ooh
 Call me when you coming through
 Put up with my attitude
 Ah, ah, ah, ah
 ♪
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah