DANCE!

[Intro:]
The world is yours
Let's go

[1nonly:]
Bitch, dance, and throw that ass up
Blunt's so big, I could roll your ass up
So drop it, I got my bags up
I got big bands, you need your racks up
So do it, go stupid
Ass on fat, but her waist on moving
Got three racks, just spent on shoes
And what you want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid (Ayy, ayy)
Bitch, dance

[Wassup Rocker:]
Her face is a eight, but her ass ten
He wants a picture, but he told his girl to ask me
Leather pants got me feeling like a bad bitch
I'm still the same, rocking since back then
Still on the same drugs but way more
Beat up Vans, I got taste still
My new crib is somewhere where it's sunny out
But I spent twelve bands on this rain coat
Always off of it, forever locking in
I'm going hard again, your boyfriend clocking in
Black and white chick, mixed like Dalmatian
My momma said I spend way too much on me

Oh my God
Fifteen bitches in the crib
So I really can't tell nobody
I've been on the road, I don't smoke
I don't motherfucking broke
Make her bow down like Bob Marley
Yeah, I've been doing shows
If he keeps on asking for a feature, I'ma keep on saying, "Hm, probably"
Bitch, we on go, we ain't pulling up to no function
But this song got hoes dancing at the party (Party, party)

[1nonly:]
Bitch, dance, and throw that ass up
Blunt's so big, I could roll your ass up
So drop it, I got my bags up
I got big bands, you need your racks up
So do it, go stupid
Ass on fat, but her waist on moving
Got three racks, just spent on shoes
And what you want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid (Ayy, ayy)
Bitch, dance

[Ciscaux:]
Blunt filled with OJ
Coke in the nose ring
She said she in love, yeah, but I'ma tell her, "No way"
2016, I was riding with a low fade
2016, I was rocking hella no things
If she don't give me face in the back of the vehicle
I'ma take the commas, boy, you can keep the decimals
Naked bitches scream, I be adding up the decibels
Let me see you dance, stretch it out, Miss Incredible
What's your name? I didn't catch it
Oh, you from Brooklyn? Like the magic?
Oh, your friends said that I'm active?
Baby, I don't know jack like Cactus
Sipping Cacti, not the White Claw
She my angel in that white cloth
Sniffing white lines, then I mile off
Tell 'em white lies, just from my car

I said I think that I'm on some shit
Let me see you go left, right, up, down on my dick
I'm so sorry, but I'm so high, I must admit
Tell me your name one more time, I won't forget

[1nonly:]
Bitch, dance, and throw that ass up
Blunt's so big, I could roll your ass up
So drop it, I got my bags up
I got big bands, you need your racks up
So do it, go stupid
Ass on fat, but her waist on moving
Got three racks, just spent on shoes
And what you want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid (Ayy, ayy)
Bitch, dance, and throw that ass up
Blunt's so big, I could roll your ass up
So drop it, I got my bags up
I got big bands, you need your racks up
So do it, go stupid
Ass on fat, but her waist on moving
Got three racks, just spent on shoes
And what you want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid
Bitch, dance (Bitch, dance)