Money Dance (feat. The-Dream)

Ma, hey give me that black bottle

I can't dance good, but I'ma dance tonight, you hear me?

Baby, just don't step on my feet, **** toes hurtin'

Uh, uh

Funny to see a ghetto **** so classy

Enchanted by women who speak nasty

Tip-toein' to court, went there for the past week

Leanin' on my lawyer, pinky looking glassy

Charges dropped, these plaintiffs just wanna tax me

Secret Service wanna see me drivin' taxis

Hug my attorney and then we do the money dance

Whitey Bugle your horse, soldier leavin' Vietnam

Pledge allegiance to the flag

Where we keep it a hunnid or get your money back

Pull a plug, brain dead, dope game ****

Knew the rolls were fake and so we brought the real with us

Repertoire, hustle such a tenacity

High roller, bet us another masterpiece

More Rakim then maybe Master P

Thirsty **** paid in full, I'm tryna buy the beach

Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind

Slight two-step as I check the time

Rub my hands when my palms itch

Fifty in the bank, diamonds lookin' flawless

This the sway of a rich ****

Prayin' for the day my **** seein' six figures

Black bottles poppin' when I'm on the turf

Two private jets what the ****'s worth

No girl under ten

No whip under a hundred grand

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Man, I make this money dance

I Chris Craft, she suntans

Propellers out the window over our lands

Where I land

Girl, we make that money dance

Top Forbes, poor formal education

Top floors, cop rooms, no reservations

Gold in mu grave, half a ticket in my coupe

Ex-cheerleader flippin', now this **** truth

Money piles have got me down out on Sunny Ave

Black with me everywhere I go, he'll gun you down

Full clips, magazines, yeah, the Forbes list

If this all for nickel recount, it is bullshit

But when it right, we do the money dance

Fly ****, my ****, Randall Cunningham

When she hear the slang, then she know the name

Italian suits for the gooks, I spend it on the chain

Pool so long, we should take a swim

I love that ass fat, I can spread it thin

I wanna see your friends come do the money dance

Black bottle, boys, we got these bitches holdin' hands

Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind

Slight two-step as I check the time

Rub my hands when my palms itch

Fifty in the bank, diamonds lookin' flawless

This the sway of a rich ****

Prayin' for the day my **** seein' six figures

Black bottles poppin' when I'm on the turf

Two private jets what the ****'s worth

No girl under ten

No whip under a hundred grand

Man, I make this money dance

I Chris Craft, she suntans

Propellers out the window over our lands

Where I land

Girl, we make that money dance

(Dance, dance) Dance

(Dance) Dance

(Dance) Dance

You rollin' with the real ****, you know we got it

(Dance) Dance

(Dance) Dance

(Dance) Dance

(Dance) Dance

(Uh, I feel wonderful, how about yourself?)

You rollin' with the real ****, you know we got it

As the world turns and the weed twist

Flew a hunnid **** to Vail out on a ski trip (Oh yeah)

Put away the dope, we could see the slopes

We built this shit together, why it mean the most

Head on collision, somehow I walk away

Give you music for free, recoupin' with the yay

You're rockin' with the bowtie Don

In God we trust, I bust and post bond

In the hood, we the Run-DMCs

Best quotes and ropes, we don't need

Death Row on foul like Cool C

Big flossy, the bitches like, "Who's he?"

The louder Lamb was a beast, I had to lease

Six months then we're free to holler, "Peace"

Dead wrong, my ****, Miami river cops

Leave you floatin' there, hope of gettin' them ten a pop

Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind

Slight two-step as I check the time

Rub my hands when my palms itch

Fifty in the bank, diamonds lookin' flawless

This the sway of a rich ****

Prayin' for the day my **** seein' six figures

Black bottles poppin' when I'm on the turf

Two private jets what the ****'s worth

Atlanta, Miami, Rosé

We like 2Pac infante

They sent my **** on house arrest

I'm comin' through, ****, they ain't stoppin' this

I bring the beach to the front door

All bitches out the pool, we need to park the boat

Turn South Georgia to Florida

And turn the rest over to the lawyers

'Cause we ain't tryna hurt nobody

Just tryna bring life to the party

If I ain't change your mind, think whatever

One thing you can't change is i changed the weather

And this my Rockafella flow

And you just on hella dope, I'm hella dope

This for real **** with Maybachs

All debts forgiven, this is the payback

Yeah, see what I did right there?

I just made that money dance

Ha, oh shit

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

And we live from Atlanta, Georgia, ****

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

See you on the other side

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)