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I ain't really come to party, I just came to get my money right
If you really wanna stop me, you should that I don't run from fights
Anybody wanna step up, you can step up and get blocked tonight
Everybody know I'm with it whenever, oh yeah, you know that's right
Uh, this moment mean everything to me
So you know I wouldn't just take it for granted (granted)
I tell you what it took to get me here
But I don't think you really understand it ('stand it)
Went from bitches trying to call me out my name
To calling my name in the stands (stands)
You think I pop a couple too many xans the way I'm addicted to fame
Sweetie, don't take it to heart, it ain't personal, barely remember your face now
I'm making moves from the studio, you barely making the rent with your face down
See you moving to the coven shit, singing my lyrics, and moving your hands (hands)
Whatever it is that you're doing, I don't really think I would call it a dance (dance)
Would call it a dance (dance)
Would call it a dance (dance)
Would call it a dance (dance)
Whatever it is that you're doing, I don't really think I would call it a dance
Everyday I wake up in a new place to a healthy deposit ('posit)
Spending twice as many blue faces in a day than you seen in your wallet (wallet)
See you moving to the coven shit, singing my lyrics, and moving your hands (hands)
Whatever it is that you're doing, I don't really think I would call it a dance
Would call it a dance (dance)
Would call it a dance (dance)
Would call it a dance (dance)
Whatever it is that you're doing, I don't really think I would call it a dance
OnlyFans ain't cutting it, honey
Breaks my heart you gotta fuck for your money
What's your name again? I forgot
Niggas ain't breaking the bank for that twat
Rich pussy in my panties, bitch, your panties all up in a bunch
Yeah, I could give them the conscious shit, but I'm too busy giving them cunt (cunt)
Cunt (cunt)
Too busy giving them cunt
See you moving to the coven shit, singing my lyrics, I'm paying 'em dust
Yeah, I could give you the conscious shit, but I'm too busy giving you cunt (cunt)
Would call it a dance
Would call it a dance
(Whatever it is that you're doing, whatever it is that you're doing)
Would call it a dance
Whatever it is that you're doing, I don't really think I would call it a dance
If you really wanna stop me, you should that I don't run from fights
Anybody wanna step up, you can step up and get blocked tonight
Everybody know I'm with it whenever, oh yeah, you know that's right
Uh, this moment mean everything to me
So you know I wouldn't just take it for granted (granted)
I tell you what it took to get me here
But I don't think you really understand it ('stand it)
Went from bitches trying to call me out my name
To calling my name in the stands (stands)
You think I pop a couple too many xans the way I'm addicted to fame
Sweetie, don't take it to heart, it ain't personal, barely remember your face now
I'm making moves from the studio, you barely making the rent with your face down
See you moving to the coven shit, singing my lyrics, and moving your hands (hands)
Whatever it is that you're doing, I don't really think I would call it a dance (dance)
Would call it a dance (dance)
Would call it a dance (dance)
Would call it a dance (dance)
Whatever it is that you're doing, I don't really think I would call it a dance
Everyday I wake up in a new place to a healthy deposit ('posit)
Spending twice as many blue faces in a day than you seen in your wallet (wallet)
See you moving to the coven shit, singing my lyrics, and moving your hands (hands)
Whatever it is that you're doing, I don't really think I would call it a dance
Would call it a dance (dance)
Would call it a dance (dance)
Would call it a dance (dance)
Whatever it is that you're doing, I don't really think I would call it a dance
OnlyFans ain't cutting it, honey
Breaks my heart you gotta fuck for your money
What's your name again? I forgot
Niggas ain't breaking the bank for that twat
Rich pussy in my panties, bitch, your panties all up in a bunch
Yeah, I could give them the conscious shit, but I'm too busy giving them cunt (cunt)
Cunt (cunt)
Too busy giving them cunt
See you moving to the coven shit, singing my lyrics, I'm paying 'em dust
Yeah, I could give you the conscious shit, but I'm too busy giving you cunt (cunt)
Would call it a dance
Would call it a dance
(Whatever it is that you're doing, whatever it is that you're doing)
Would call it a dance
Whatever it is that you're doing, I don't really think I would call it a dance
Credits
Writer(s): Jaylah Hickmon, Justin Harrington, Mike Thronwell
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