Money Dance Lyrics - Dream

Ma, hey give me a black bottle 

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

Baby just don't step on my feet, nigga toes hurting 

Uh, uh 

Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy 

Enchanted by women who speak nasty 

Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week 

Leaning on my lawyer pinky looking glassy 

Charges dropped, these plaintiffs just wanna tax me 

Secret service wanna see me driving taxis 

Hug my attorney and then we do the money dance 

Whitey Bulge' your horse, soldier leaving Vietnam 

Pledge allegiance to the flag 

Where we keep it 100 and get your money back 

Pull a plug, brain dead, dope game nigga 

Knew the rolls was 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 

Crazy nigga paid in full I'm tryna buy the beach 

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Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind 

Slight two step as I check the time 

Rub my hands when my palms itch 

50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless 

This the sway of a rich nigga 

Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures 

Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf 

Two private Jets what this nigga's worth 

No girl under 10 

No whip under a hundred grand 

Oh yeah, oh yeah 

Man I make this money dance 

I criss cross, she sun tans 

Propellers out the window over our lands 

Where I land 

Girl we make that money dance 

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Top Forbes, poor formal education 

Top floors, cop rooms on reservations 

Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe 

Ex cheerleader flipping now this nigga truth 

Money piles have got me out on Sunny Ave 

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

Full clips, magazines yeah the Forbes list 

If it's off a nickel recount it, it's boss shit 

But when they right we do the money dance 

Fly nigga my nigga Randall Cunningham 

When she hear the slang then she know the name 

Italian coupes for the suits I spend it on the chain 

Pool so long we should take a swim 

I like 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 holding 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 

50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless 

This the sway of a rich nigga 

Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures 

Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf 

Two private Jets what this nigga's worth 

No girl under 10 

No whip under a hundred grand 

Oh yeah, oh yeah 

Man I make this money dance 

I criss cross, she sun tans 

Propellers out the window over our lands 

Where I land 

Girl we make that money dance 

Dance, dance, dance, dance 

Dance, dance, dance 

Come on y'all yeah you know we got it 

Dance, dance, dance, dance 

Dance, dance, dance, dance 

Uh, I feel wonderful, how about yourself? 

You rolling with the real niggas you know we got it 

As the world turn and the weed twist 

Flew a hundred niggas to Veil on a ski trip 

Put away the dope we can 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 recouping with the yay 

You're rocking 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 corvette was a beast I had to lease 

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

Dead wrong my nigga, Miami river cops 

Leave you floating, hope you getting 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 

50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless 

This the sway of a rich nigga 

Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures 

Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf 

Two private Jets what this nigga's worth 

Atlanta, Miami, Rosé 

We're like 2Pac and Vante 

They sent my nigga on house arrest 

I'm coming through niggas they ain't stopping 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 you mind think whatever 

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

And this my Roc-A-Fella flow 

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

This for real niggas with Maybachs 

All debts forgiven this is the payback 

Yea, see what I did right there? 

I just made that money dance 

Hah, oh shit, Ross 

(Dance, dance, dance, dance) 

And we live from Atlanta, Georgia nigga 

(Dance, dance, dance, dance) 

Yeah, yeah, 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)