Money Dance

(Pri-pri-priority)

I see a bag I'ma grab it
I got a bi' actin' manic
Hop in that bit', goin' faster
I'm a lil' rich ass bastard
Shoot your gun, don't flash it
Hold a fuck nigga for ransom
Pull up, pull off, yeah, I vanish
Hit the bank, money dance, uh

Bad lil' bitch gon' risk it all
She tryna do me wrong
This bit' talking all-day (all-day)
She don't want you no more, so you got to chalk it up, nigga
Choppa eat him up like I was makin' dinner
By myself but there's two bitches in the middle
Pop out, then you know we bound to get him
It's not that simple
She on drugs, yeah, she turnt, huh
My gun go berserk (berserk)
You run, you gon' get hurt (gon' get hurt)
Had to tell that bitch, "Just twerk" (twerk, twerk)
Uh-huh, work (work)
Baby, would it work? (work)

She takin' my shirt off
Doing everything exotic
Exotic weed and drinks, but she on the Smirnoff
Pull up in that bitch lookin' to clean
Them niggas keep sayin' I got it
Say I'm next up
I ain't next up, I just won
She'll give that neck, uh
She say, "Jace you flexed up"
So I tell her, "Come here, baby, you know that you got a body"
She stay to herself, in high maintenance like a Bugatti

She on drugs, yeah, she turnt, huh
My gun go berserk (berserk)
You run, you gon' get hurt (gon' get hurt)
Had to tell that bitch, "Just twerk" (twerk, twerk)
Uh-huh, work (work)
Baby, would it work? (work)
She on drugs, yeah, she turnt, huh
My gun go berserk (berserk)
You run, you gon' get hurt (gon' get hurt)
Had to tell that bitch, "Just twerk" (twerk, twerk)
Uh-huh, work (work)
Baby, would it work? (work)

I see a bag I'ma grab it (work)
I got a bi' actin' manic
Hop in that bit', goin' faster
I'm a lil' rich ass bastard
Shoot your gun, don't flash it
Hold a fuck nigga for ransom
Pull up, pull off, yeah, I vanish
Hit the bank, money dance, uh



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Writer(s): Jace Salter
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