Dance lyrics

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