Slow Dance

(Who dat)

Money moves on code blue
Tell me what I owe you
Cause' I don't want no slow dance

Ian trynna hold you
Really miss the old you
Don't worry bout no romance

Top down, who are you?
Henny lookin' with the apple juice
Can I take you up, get you loose
We can pour it up and get you in the mood
Girly curvy and some booty with magnitude
Sun is down, I know you gettin loot
20/20's only in my view
I can fix yo issues, fix yo attitude
But I know you holding' up for me baby
Cause I'm in here burnin the booth (oh my)
But I thought you cleaned up for me (oh my god) baby shit!
A tornado flew around my room
And ion like how you turn up on me lately,
But I like the way that you move
You ain't gotta feel stuck wit me baby
Boosie Badass, you loose as a goose
(Because)

Money moves on code blue (money moves on code blue)
Tell me what I owe you (tell me what I owe you)
Cause' I don't want no slow dance (I don't want know slow dance)

Ian trynna hold you (Ian trynna hold you)
Really miss the old you (really miss the old you)
Don't worry bout no romance (worry bout no romance)

Look

White dice rollin
Tight pants swollen
How are these nigga's getting a bag?
Backwood rollin, iPhone stolen,
Waiting for my nigga's to come get in in the back (uh)
Distance goin long, I'm runnin money on track (uh)
Y'all be on the hoes, my nigga's getting to racks (uh)
Keep me from the ghost, I'm getting coins like I'm pac
While I'm out here doin shows, my nigga's slapped in the back (uh)

I will do you wrong I'm a savage, you a league out my bracket
We could never be gelina and brad Pitt (why)
Said it was turrets, I was cappin, got to close so I panicked
You a floozy, I mean bae you a bad bitch (what)
I done drove a ways for the gassin, cause yo hoops say you average
If imma ball, imma ball like a maverick
And I got a AR I tag wit, you ain't know that I have it
Its the heat I just keep under the mattress

Ask lil'
Ask lil' shawty to have it
Saturday on the sabbath see the money then I'm goin, I'm tapin
Hit it out the park then I'm smashin, she ain't know I was rappin
Imma secret, don't tell yo man what happened
You ain't gotta lie to me, I ain't ya momma babe
I know his homeboy so don't make me go ask him
If you wanna eat good, we can eat good
Your too beautiful, you ain't gotta snack on no rations

We can stay up when they laid up
Gon' what you waiting on
Need you off my list
Go ahead stack up yo papers
Go hit the razors
Fuck boy cut with a twist (uh)

Shawty wanna stay up, show me when it's late up
Baby lose your mind! (uh)
I don't wanna lay up
I just want it straight up
Baby take your time! (uh) (yea)

Got things I can show you
Eat you like your Whole Foods
Just trynna get in your pants

Why you mention ole' dude
Know that nigga old news
Don't care about your boyfriend!

Money moves on code blue
Tell me what I owe you
Cause' I don't want no slow dance

Ian trynna hold you
Really miss the old you
Don't worry bout no romance



Credits
Writer(s): Deshawn Miles
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