She A Dancer

Uh oh
Why you do em like that
If the dancers on the floor
So should the cash
You steady looking broke
Is you mad
You should be worried bout
Securing the bag
When she get it
She don't know how act
Uh oh
This beat smack
Baby looking like a snack
You slow
Stupid
Money good so
We gone blow thru it fast
Talk to me nice
If not that money
Is the only thing she like

Ain't no competition, she don't do no ties
No suspension no tension ain't gone lie
You the baddest in this muhfucka'
Stop being shy Society I don't like
But the money still gone fly
Show me you real, what can you buy
If she can't use you, it's a different guy
Loyalty now come by a surprise
After work she getting chicken fingers
Caught that ass on tinder
Asking me what can I bring her
Serving good d
Take your vitamins my dear
I like when she listen
I Whisper in her ear
Come here
Call her Casper
She be going ghost
Year after year
I buss nuts baby
You ain't bussing out in tears
Ain't nun we fear

Uh oh
Why you do em like that
If the dancers on the floor
So should the cash
You steady looking broke
Is you mad
You should be worried bout
Securing the bag
When she get it
She don't know how act
Uh oh
This beat smack
Baby looking like a snack
You slow
Stupid
Money good so
We gone blow thru it fast
Talk to me nice
If not that money
Is the only thing she like

I'm on the road chasing money like a dog race
Neiman Marcus, Dior bags can you keep up the pace
Ears ringing that's the money calling I stay in shape
Tell her everything she wants to hear
Don't be no hoe, cuz I ain't wearing no cape
She in a bikini, on a margaritee
She don't wana be save
I'm selfish she greedy
Emotionally needy
I hit, plot the plot on the grid
Like I placed her on on tee
Hoping you see
I'm strong I'm me
When I talk I'm the only he
Uh uh
Mars chakra like fire
In her stomach with some heat
Like when Jesus washing the feet
That's cleansing internally
Pop one cuz my shit on a lean
Back at it again senzu bean
That mask you got on you not mean
If I smile just smile back
We Naturally friendy
(And that goes for everybody)

Uh oh
Why you do em like that
If the dancers on the floor
So should the cash
You steady looking broke
Is you mad
You should be worried bout
Securing the bag
When she get it
She don't know how act
Uh oh
This beat smack
Baby looking like a snack
You slow
Stupid
Money good so
We gone blow thru it fast
Talk to me nice
If not that money
Is the only thing she like



Credits
Writer(s): Jamar Shaw
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