Money Dance

I be doin' this shit for fun, you bitches can't tell

You bitches that be hating, can go to hell

Doin' this shit for my brother, Long Live Lil Dell

I be tryin' to catch my opps, and drop shells

Bitch, I'm smokin' Za, you can tell by the smell

He think he the only one, I love his crazy tale

Every day I wake up and go and get some bands

And at the end of the day, I hit my money dance

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

I hit my money dance

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

I hit my money dance

I don't bop for real, but in the club I hit that paper chase

I had my glock with me

First time he took me on a date

I'm a gangster, baby

I put the P in P

Tonight you might eat this ass

And tomorrow we won't speak

I won't even give a fuck, I got my nut, it's fine with me

He know I'm from Tennessee, cuz I'm the only ten he see

Now he scared of me, I just ordered shots of Hennessy

Fucked him up, thought I was finna drink tequila

And his new ho a lame, she just asked me for a feature

And this ho' don't even rap

I don't like to shake hands when you see me give me dap

They told me to calm down I put Gangster bitches on the map

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

I hit my money dance

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

I hit my money dance

I be doing this shit for fun

You bitches can't tell

You bitches that be hating

Can go to hell

Doing this shit for my brother

Long Live Lil Dell

I be trying to catch my opps

And drop shells

They don't want me to be popping

With no deal, too bad my money long

To count 100K might take hours

I bump Muni Long

You don't need glasses to see my vision

You gotta be a hustler

Left out my last label meeting

Told them go and get they muscle up

Then drop head bitch in charge