Shiggy Dance

[Intro] (Flea) Keep the money long Keep the grass cut [Chorus] Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again She got shitty friends, fucked her on a Xan I'm a flavor baby, talkin' Zatarain's When they know you havin' paper you don't need advance If I lie to you, cross my heart and hope to die We gon' slide on em', cross em' out and leave em' fried I be speakin' all my thoughts, she said it's lullabies We commit the perfect murder, we got alibies [Verse 1] We got mob ties, we ain't talkin' bitch It's a black tie, I don't attеnd events Yeah I'm on that purplе rain, they think my cousin Prince They ain't never went a mile cause' I ain't gave a inch It get to that fourth quarter I'ma come in clutch Grabba fillin' up my lungs, I don't want a Dutch Put that cutter in that choppa', make em' dance nigga Bullets poppin', now he hoppin' like it's double dutch Niggas snitchin', droppin' dimes, Penny Hardaway Ain't no M's when it's easy, went the harder way Fly to Brooklyn, on the floor, we at the Barclays Nigga actin' like he king, he in the pawns place Say a prayer and get to cookin', bitch I'm Gods child Leave that shit all on the floor, like a dirty towel $150 on filet mignon, outta' town White bitch, snortin' coke lines, single file I don't watch cable, I got Hulu Wake up and get high, I'm watchin' YouTube We ain't havin' money problems, keep the money long But I see it's haters every time I'm comin' home When I mention chips I ain't talkin' Pringles I be out in Vegas with them pipes like I'm [?] Niggas broke, he be stealin', he got sticky fingers If I catch him blow his hand off, Beanie Sigel [Chorus] Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again She got shitty friends, fucked her on a Xan I'm a flavor baby, talkin' Zatarain's When they know you havin' paper you don't need advance If I lie to you, cross my heart and hope to die We gon' slide on em', cross em' out and leave em' fried I be speakin' all my thoughts, she said it's lullabies We commit the perfect murder, we got alibies [Verse 2] Hit the road with a kit, I get high and go to work Niggas tryna' copy swag but they know who did it first Still prayin' on my downfall, tryna' wish the worst I was chasin' paper, niggas still runnin' after skirts I'ma break your hand if you handout I got plugs up on every coast, I ain't ever seen a drought Still fuckin' with them niggas every time I hit the south You be fuckin' with them rats so you bound to be a mouse Hit the bushed, wait it out, now it's time to hit his house Caught him sleepin' with his bitch, hit him in his fuckin' mouth Ridin' with the real dogs, yeah they know we in the town Paint your bitch whole face, then treat it like a crown [Chorus] Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again She got shitty friends, fucked her on a Xan I'm a flavor baby, talkin' Zatarain's When they know you havin' paper you don't need advance If I lie to you, cross my heart and hope to die We gon' slide on em', cross em' out and leave em' fried I be speakin' all my thoughts, she said it's lullabies We commit the perfect murder, we got alibies