Dance

[Intro] Uh, bring that motherfucking beat back What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up" [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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