[Intro: Michael Christmas]
Turn the beat up a lot
Like, a shit-ton
Like, a little more
[Chorus: Michael Christmas]
I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
Then you gon' have some fun and dance, fun and dance
And do some shit you never did before
And do some shit you never did before
I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
Then you gon' have some fun and dance, fun and dance
And do some shit you never did before
And do some shit you never did before
[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]
She get a whiff of some money
Mix it up with some liquor (Ooh)
She say I'm bein' a dick (Dickhead)
Like my name was Richard (Haha)
I can't be cold, I'm no blizzard (Tick, tick)
Don't do dress codes, I'm that nigga (Tick, tick)
I wear a poncho, sombrero, La cucaracha came with us
Spend every fish and he fishin'
I drop his neck to these bitches
I see if she wanna dance, she sent my shot in the distance (Tick, tick)
But then she paused, "Stop (Stop)
Are you Michael Christmas?" (Oh my God)
I told her, "Yeah"
She said, "My boyfriend is a fan," and she dipped and I had to...
[Chorus: Michael Christmas]
I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
Then you gon' have some fun and dance, fun and dance
And do some shit you never did before
And do some shit you never did before
I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
Then you gon' have some fun and dance, fun and dance
And do some shit you never did before
And do some shit you never did before
[Verse 2: Mac Miller & Michael Christmas]
Who the fuck is knockin' on my door? (Knock, knock)
Breakin' mirrors and I'm stompin' on the floor (Stomp, stomp)
Rollin' chronic, towel underneath the door
This life is nothin' like before
I must have did somethin' right
Bitch so bad I'm cummin' twice (Uh)
Leavin' after, fuck your life
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sike!
I've been wrong way less than I've been right
I've been through a lot but I wanna keep it light right now
I probably coulda stunt if I want to
Put a sub in the trunk if I want to
Ring of fire that I make a bitch jump through, ooh (Ooh)
Eat the booty like junk food (Pfft, hahaha, oh shit, my fault, my fault)
[Chorus: Michael Christmas]
I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
Then you gon' have some fun and dance, fun and dance
And do some shit you never did before
And do some shit you never did before
I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
Then you gon' have some fun and dance, fun and dance
And do some shit you never did before
And do some shit you never did before (Haha, uh)
[Verse 3: Michael Christmas]
Now usually I'm nervous (Fact), and this ain't no exception (Fact)
I'm hidin' this erection (Shh), I'm searchin' for affection (Love you)
I seen you pass the window lookin' back at your reflection (Ooh)
But if you see me lookin' I bet you would be offended (The fuck you lookin' at?)
I'm just lookin', I ain't touchin' (Sure)
Way too shook, I should say, "Fuck it"
Peel off, skrrt (Skrrt), in this bucket
What a Weird Day, go get this money (Cash)
You can judge like your honor or you can get up and dance (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Get off your phone and let an awkward nigga reach for your hand
[Chorus: Michael Christmas]
I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
Then you gon' have some fun and dance, fun and dance
And do some shit you never did before
And do some shit you never did before
I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
Then you gon' have some fun and dance, fun and dance
And do some shit you never did before
And do some shit you never did before
