Dance/Dancer

[Chorus]

Oh you don't dance? Turn you into a dancer

Brodie don't talk he just wanna blame some

Straight from the block, turned it to a mansion

Baby I just wanna see you put your ass up

Baby I just wanna- (look)

10 toes, Benzo

Put a couple bitches in the friend zone

Rocks on my neck and on my wrist hoe

Got me looking like a motherfuckin' Flintstone

[Verse 1]

Yeah, dance on, even if you say you don't dance baby

I don't care what you on

I'ma keep on spending till the money gone

Till my opps gon'

Till their whole fucking block gon'

Come and get with me, I'm not gon'

I wanna see the white chalk on her

Smokin' on indo

Hoodie Pop lit up the whole funking whip though

Fuck I look likе ridin' 'round in a rental

Catch me in a big body Benz or a Lambo, with ammo

Turn thе whole block to a bando

Chrome Heart all over on me, camo

Ten thousand dollars on pants (woah)

So, the bag is Birkin

Act right baby damn right I'm splurgin'

Bad bitch from the UK, she Persian

Maybach, come inside, close the curtains

Word to mami, I am not a regular person

And she don't want no scrub

Slim waist, with a pretty face, you're perfect

Puttin' pressure on 'em, baby

[Chorus]

Oh you don't dance? Turn you into a dancer

Brodie don't talk he just wanna blame some

Straight from the block, turned it to a mansion

Baby I just wanna see you put your ass up

Baby I just wanna- (look)

10 toes, Benzo

Put a couple bitches in the friend zone

Rocks on my neck and on my wrist hoe

Got me looking like a motherfuckin' Flintstone

[Verse 2]

I call you my twin, not Tamera and Tia

I been had the vision, you just never seen it

Give it to me, I'ma score that's a layup

My dawgs gon' ride for me, Evel Knievel

My heart is way bigger than my brain, I hate it

I just don't go say I love you to people

Things that we go through, go show me you mean it

Rockin' on Givenchy hoodies like merch

And I got my hundreds from bando like sure

We got a hundred Lambos, been in 'em first

We was rockin' Mike Amiri first

And we was rocking a lot of Bentleys, first

It came out to him, but it can get worse

I'm drinkin' Casamigos out the bottle

And I go to Brooklyn ridin' out the shotta, man

And I gotta-

Bitch I got it, don't worry about it 'cause I got it

Right up to my man in Foamposites

These ain't no motherfuckin' phone projects

Nike on me like it's vroom goddess

I'm in her, ma'am I call one shotta

I fuck around till your whole block, uh

[Chorus]

Oh you don't dance? Turn you into a dancer

Brodie don't talk he just wanna blame some

Straight from the block, turned it to a mansion

Baby I just wanna see you put your ass up

Baby I just wanna- (look)

10 toes, Benzo

Put a couple bitches in the friend zone

Rocks on my neck and on my wrist hoe

Got me looking like a motherfuckin' Flintstone