Money Dance

(Pri-pri-priority)

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I see a bag I'ma grab it

I got a bi' actin' manic

Hop in that bit', goin' faster

I'm a lil' rich ass bastard

Shoot your gun, don't flash it

Hold a fuck nigga for ransom

Pull up, pull off, yeah, I vanish

Hit the bank, money dance, uh

Bad lil' bitch gon' risk it all

She tryna do me wrong

This bit' talking all-day (all-day)

She don't want you no more, so you got to chalk it up, nigga

Choppa eat him up like I was makin' dinner

By myself but there's two bitches in the middle

Pop out, then you know we bound to get him

It's not that simple

She on drugs, yeah, she turnt, huh

My gun go berserk (berserk)

You run, you gon' get hurt (gon' get hurt)

Had to tell that bitch, "Just twerk" (twerk, twerk)

Uh-huh, work (work)

Baby, would it work? (work)

She takin' my shirt off

Doing everything exotic

Exotic weed and drinks, but she on the Smirnoff

Pull up in that bitch lookin' to clean

Them niggas keep sayin' I got it

Say I'm next up

I ain't next up, I just won

She'll give that neck, uh

She say, "Jace you flexed up"

So I tell her, "Come here, baby, you know that you got a body"

She stay to herself, in high maintenance like a Bugatti

She on drugs, yeah, she turnt, huh

My gun go berserk (berserk)

You run, you gon' get hurt (gon' get hurt)

Had to tell that bitch, "Just twerk" (twerk, twerk)

Uh-huh, work (work)

Baby, would it work? (work)

She on drugs, yeah, she turnt, huh

My gun go berserk (berserk)

You run, you gon' get hurt (gon' get hurt)

Had to tell that bitch, "Just twerk" (twerk, twerk)

Uh-huh, work (work)

Baby, would it work? (work)

I see a bag I'ma grab it (work)

I got a bi' actin' manic

Hop in that bit', goin' faster

I'm a lil' rich ass bastard

Shoot your gun, don't flash it

Hold a fuck nigga for ransom

Pull up, pull off, yeah, I vanish

Hit the bank, money dance, uh