Rick Ross - Money Dance Lyrics

ft. The-Dream

Mab, hey give me a black bottle
I can't dance good but I'ma dance tonight, you hear me?
Baby just don't step on my feet, nigga toes hurtin
Ah, ah

Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toein to court, went there for the past week
Leanin on my lawyer pinky lookin glassy
Charges dropped, these plaintiffs just wanna tax me
Secret service wanna see me drivin taxis
Hug my attorney and then we do the money dance
Whitey Bulge' your horse, soldier leavin Vietnam
Pledge allegiance to the flag
Where we keep it a hunnit and get your money back
Pull a plug, brain dead, dope game nigga
Knew the rolls was fake and so we brought the real with us
Repertoire hustle such a tenacity
High roller, bet us another masterpiece
More Rakim then maybe Master P
Crazy nigga paid in full I'm trynna buy the beach

Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind
Slight two step as I check the time
Rub my hands when my palms itch
Fifty in the bank diamonds lookin flawless
This the sway of a rich nigga
Prayin for the day my nigga seein six figures
Black bottles poppin when I'm on the turf
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth

No girl under ten
No whip under a hundred grand
Oh yeah x 2
Man I make this money dance
I criss cross, she sun tans
Propellers out the window over our lands
Where I land
Girl we make that money dance

Top Forbes, poor formal education
Top floors, cop rooms on reservations
Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe
Ex cheerleader flippin now this nigga truth
Money piles have got me out on Sunny Ave
Black with me everywhere I go he'll gun you down
Full clips, magazines yeah the Forbes list
If this all for nickle recount it, it's bullsht
But when they right we do the money dance
Fly nigga my nigga Randall Cunningham
When she hear the slang then she know the name
Italian coupes for the suits, spend it on the chain
Pool so long we shoulda take a swim
I like that ass fat, I can spread it thin
I wan see your friends come do the money dance
Black bottle boys, we got these bitches holdin hands



Dance x 4
Dance x 3
Come on y'all yeah you know we got it
Dance, dance, dance, dance x 2
Oh, I feel wonderful, how bout yourself?
You rollin with the real niggas you know we got it

As the world turn and the weed twist
Flew a hundred niggas to Veil on a ski trip
Put away the dope we can see the slopes
We built this shit together why it mean the most
Head on collision somehow I walk away
Give you music for free recoupin with the yay
You're rockin with the bowtie Don
In god we trust, I bust and post bond
In the hood we the Run-DMCs
Best quotes and wrote we don't need
Death Row on foul like Cool C
Big flossy the bitches like "who's he?"
The corvette was a beast I had to lease
Six months then we're free to holler, "peace"
Dead wrong my nigga, Miami river cops
Leave you floatin, hope you gettin em 10 a pop


Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac infante
They sent my nigga on house arrest
I'm comin throw niggas they ain't stoppin this
I bring the beach to the front door
All bitches out the pool we need to park the boat
Turn South Georgia to Florida
And turn the rest over to the lawyers
Cuz we ain't tryna hurt nobody
Just trynna bring life to the party
If I ain't change you mind think whatever
One thing you can't change is I changed the weather
And this my Rockafella flow
And you just on hella dope, I'm hella dope
This for real niggas with Maybachs
All debts forgiven this is the payback

Yeahh, see what I did right there?
I just made that money dance
Hah, oh shit, Ross
(Dance x 4)
And we live from Atlanta, Georgia nigga
(Dance x 4)
Yea, yea, see you on the other side
(Dance, dance, dance, dance) x 5

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