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[Intro] Ma, hey give me a black bottle I can't dance good but I'mma dance tonight, you hear me? Baby just don't step on my feet, nigga toes hurting Uh, uh [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy Enchanted by women who speak nasty Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week Leaning on my lawyer pinky looking glassy Charges dropped, these plaintiffs just wanna tax me Secret service wanna see me driving taxis Hug my attorney and then we do the money dance Whitey Bulge' your horse, soldier leaving Vietnam Pledge allegiance to the flag Where we keep it 100 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 tryna buy the beach [Bridge: Rick Ross] Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind Slight two step as I check the time Rub my hands when my palms itch 50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless This the sway of a rich nigga Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf Two private Jets what this nigga's worth [Hook: The-Dream] No girl under 10 No whip under a hundred grand Oh yeah, oh yeah 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 [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Top Forbes, poor formal education Top floors, cop rooms on reservations Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe Ex cheerleader flipping 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 it's off a nickel recount it, it's boss shit 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 I spend it on the chain Pool so long we should take a swim I like that ass fat, I can spread it thin I wanna see your friends come do the money dance Black bottle boys, we got these bitches holding hands [Bridge: Rick Ross] Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind Slight two step as I check the time Rub my hands when my palms itch 50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless This the sway of a rich nigga Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf Two private Jets what this nigga's worth [Hook: The-Dream] No girl under 10 No whip under a hundred grand Oh yeah, oh yeah 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 [Interlude: The Dream & Rick Ross] Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance Come on y'all yeah you know we got it Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance, dance Uh, I feel wonderful, how about yourself? You rolling with the real niggas you know we got it [Verse 3: Rick Ross] 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 recouping with the yay You're rocking with the bowtie Don In god we trust, I bust and post bond In the hood we the Run-DMCs Best quotes and ropes 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 floating, hope you getting them ten a pop [Bridge: Rick Ross] Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind Slight two step as I check the time Rub my hands when my palms itch 50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless This the sway of a rich nigga Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf Two private Jets what this nigga's worth [Verse 4: The-Dream] Atlanta, Miami, Rosé We're like 2Pac and Vante They sent my nigga on house arrest I'm coming through niggas they ain't stopping 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 Cause we ain't tryna hurt nobody Just tryna 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 Roc-A-Fella flow And you just on hella dope, I'm hella dope This for real niggas with Maybachs All debts forgiven this is the payback [Outro] Yea, see what I did right there? I just made that money dance Hah, oh shit, Ross (Dance, dance, dance, dance) And we live from Atlanta, Georgia nigga (Dance, dance, dance, dance) Yeah, yeah, see you on the other side (Dance, dance, dance, dance) (Dance, dance, dance, dance) (Dance, dance, dance, dance) (Dance, dance, dance, dance) (Dance, dance, dance, dance) (Dance, dance, dance, dance)
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