Dancing

All these bands
All these bands
All these bands
I feel like dancing
I feel like dancing
All these bands
All these bands
All these bands
I feeling like dancing
I feel like dancing yeah
All these bands
All these bands
All these bands
I feel like dancing
Dancing
Dancing
Dancing
All these bands
All these bands
All these bands
And all these bands
I feeling like dancing
Dancing
Dancing yeah

Dancing
Groove with a passion, flashing
Money on that ass, no plastic
Flash it
Ass out, cash out finances
Came up 50 racks
For ya bitchs off the ransom
Have her swallow she know or the eagle for yo damn son
Pull up like the Migos
Have my Migos in yo bedroom
Know me, thought you knew me
That's so stupid, that's assuming
Ever clear inner vision I'm too litty up the lumens
Dripping off the diamonds round my neck I got to swimming
Close the pages on the bible, now I'm blind to the sinning
Chacha with the sauce, what it cost
Damn don't dance with the devil for the frost
I know best in the shares of a lost
I can't go back for its all for a cause
Know better, do better
Forget it, just might set it off
For the risk don't slip for the family's involved
Too much on my mind
Too much on the line
All the time
I'm gone need me mines
Most Highs feed me signs
Need my body, mind, soul-aligned
All my brothers on find her
Keep gods close on by ya
Search not look inside
Girl you look behind
Eye for eye
It's alright tonight
Vibes they do not lie
Meet me at the lodge
I done drunk too much
You can come right up
Know we bout to love
No Money involved
Dance for me she does
Aye sen yo Rita
Wine Mamacita
My queen Bonita

All these bands
All these bands
All these bands
I feel like dancing
I feel like dancing
All these bands
All these bands
All these bands
I feeling like dancing
I feel like dancing yeah
All these bands
All these bands
All these bands
I feel like dancing
Dancing
Dancing
Dancing
All these bands
All these bands
All these bands
And all these bands
I feeling like dancing
Dancing
Dancing yeah

All these bands like a jamboree
I feel like dancing
I got ya bitch she all over me
She is romancing
I get that paper that's stacking like xerox
That Paper coming at me like a printer and my right hand been
Itching
I'm antsy
Duces on rocks damn it I'm fancy
They cannot stand me
I am the man see
Throw it up and she start dancing (Dancing)
Spend it and make it back
Lose it and make a stack
They told me never to judge a
Book by the cover
But y'all nigga softer
Then paperbacks
Flagrant shit
We have no faith in that
We can't give praise that
When it come to y'all
Getting this money
I turn to an atheist
Blunt like my problems
I'm facing that
They try to copy no
Tracing that
I been gone for too long
Now I'm on in my zone
Milly rocking
While the paper dropping
And Yo money Andy
Milaknockis
Short
And Y'all wonder what I'm popping for
So much money
I can do what I want
I might say fuck it
It and spend a stack
On some shoelaces
Can't fold it
Looking like my money choking
I Reach in my pocket and pull out the blue faces
Face it like
Damnit I'm rich
I could pull out all the 50s and twenty's
The Green faces while y'all got the green faces
Damnit y'all sick
All of this bread is on me lately
Don't know what I did
Loving the life that I live
I rock designer and all type of shit
Letting my gold chains hang
All this money sang sang sang sang

All these bands
All these bands
All these bands
I feel like dancing
I feel like dancing
All these bands
All these bands
All these bands
I feeling like dancing
I feel like dancing yeah
All these bands
All these bands
All these bands
I feel like dancing
Dancing
Dancing
Dancing
All these bands
All these bands
All these bands
And all these bands
I feeling like dancing
Dancing
Dancing yeah



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Writer(s): Vybez November
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