Jus Dance

Dance Gonna be okay Da-da-doo-doot-n, just dance Spin that record, babe Da-da-doo-doot-n, just dance (Kozy) Gonna be okay Da-da-da-dance, dance, dance (Yuki Productions) Just j-j-just dance (Hey, where's rolo?) God Damn, I got these bands in my pants Ones and they come out the low, and they making her dance All of my bitches the best They foreign as hell, one of my bitches from France I just made 10 bands today, we hitting up Tuzzi with 4 of her friends Bitch off the 1942, feeling herself, I told her Dance Gonna be okay Just look at my pocket all you gon' see bands, bands I keep a glick tucked, you run up on me you get blammed, blammed Bitch said she in love with molly, told the bitch I'm your mans Lil' bitch I be stepping in Prada You will not catch me in vans (Just j-j-just) I made a hundred K with no deal, bitch, why would I sign your advance? I just dropped 10 bands on your mans Shells dropping when they slide in the Benz (Ba, ba, ba) She licking the drip off the Wock 'cause this shit too purple She lovin' the way that I talk so I bought her a Birkin I'm in this party off X, I can't deny that the feeling is perfect No I'm not stopping, I'll be on this 'til I'm leaving the Earth Bitch I'm a zombie, bury my ass in an iced-out hearse We got the ecstasy in the trench Cause she throwing that ass in a circle (Circle) I got these bands in my pants (Dance, gonna be okay) Ones and they come out the low, and they making her dance All of my bitches the best, they foreign as hell One of my bitches from France I just made 10 bands today, we hitting up Tuzzi with 4 of her friends Bitch off the 1942, feeling herself, I told her (Just j-j-just) Dance, dance, dance (Dance, gonna be okay) Look at my pocket all you gon' see bands, bands I keep a glick tucked, you run up on me you get blammed, blammed Throw that ass on me, bitch I know you can Can, oh-ah, speed up, speed up, speed up, go (Just j-j-just) I fuck this bitch she a hoe These diamonds they dance on my Cartier, this shit so froze Bitch got a bubble butt, hitting that bitch then I alley-oop to my bro Bitch you sound dumb as fuck Talking 'bout shit you don't even know (Shut the fuck up) I'm gonna turn it up, these bitches be fiending for lines of the snow Shut the fuck up, ain't got no money, no racks in your pocket Turn the fuck up, cashing out, I ain't make no 'posit I treat your life like there's two of you Playing with me you get smacked and we taking your wallet I dropped the erkie 10s I make sure they straight than I motherfuckin' pop 'em I just need cash and drugs All that shit be bringing me power Your bitch on drugs, she getting nose bleeds from doing that powder Know we stay smoking that sour, bitches be fucking for hours I gotta pick up a load, 'fore I go, what I say? God Damn, I got these bands in my pants Ones and they come out the low, and they making her dance All of my bitches the best, they foreign as hell One of my bitches from France I just made 10 bands today, we hitting up Tuzzi with 4 of her friends Bitch off the 1942, feeling herself, I told her Dance Gonna be okay Da-da-doo-doot-n, just dance Spin that record, babe Da-da-doo-doot-n, just dance Gonna be okay Da-da-da-dance, dance, dance Just j-j-just