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"Money Dance" is a track by Rick Ross, from the album Black Dollar, released 3rd September 2015. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Intro: Rick Ross] Uh, hey, give me a black bottle I can't dance good, but I'ma dance tonight, you hear me? Baby, just don't step on my feet, a 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 Bulger or a soldier leaving Vietnam Pledge allegiance to the flag Where we keep it 100 or 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 Thirsty nigga paid in full, I'm tryna buy the beach [Interlude: 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 six figures Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf Two private jets what a nigga's worth [Chorus: The-Dream] No girl, under 10 No whip under a hundred grand Oh yeah, oh yeah Man, I make this money dance I Chris Craft, she suntans Propellers out the window over islands Where I land Girl, we make that money dance [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Top Forbes, poor formal education Top floors, cop rooms, no reservations Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe Ex-cheerleader flipping, now this nigga true Money piles have got me down 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 suits for the gooks, 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 [Interlude: 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 six figures Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf Two private jets what this nigga's worth [Chorus: The-Dream] No girl, under 10 No whip under a hundred grand Man, I make this money dance I Chris Craft, she sun tans Propellers out the window over islands Where I land Girl, we make that money dance [Bridge: The Dream & Rick Ross] Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance You rolling with the real niggas, 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 Check, uh [Verse 3: Rick Ross] As the world turn and the weed twist Flew a hundred niggas to Vail out 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 there, hope of getting them ten a pop [Interlude: 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 six 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 like 2Pac and Vante They sent my nigga on house arrest I'm coming through, nigga, 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 your 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: The-Dream] Yeah, 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, once again my friend 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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