Get all in the dance floor, show me how you do your dance

I need you to put your hands up in the air if you got Bands

Go ahead, make them bands

Yea we gon party, bring your friends

Stay on them bleachers, I had to go boss up just to go and stun on my teacher

Green on my meter, hoe on my phone still stuck on her ex, had to go and delete her

In the two-seater, double cup in this bitch, I'm bout to pour me a two liter

My shit on speakers, you the type to show up with no invite, you big creeper

Steppin like sneakers, had to learn life on my own, so don't come around for a feature, you a lil leecher

Yeah I be talking my truth, but no I'm not talking bout preachers, you need to be sure

Yea you be all on my phone, but no I'm not talkin' bout leakers, not talkin' bout hackers

Not worried bout you, it's the money I'm after, fit black like a Panther

She get to the money, but she not a dancer, don't got all the answers

Still know about that money like I'm a financer, off to the next chapter

Got crosses on me, but no I'm not a pastor, you must think I'm crazy

Make money while sitting, but no I'm not lazy, you're not on the same thing

You not on the wave, yea you not on the same team

You still shop at Macy's, new crib on the list and that shit looking spacey

Don't know why they hate me, they probably mad, yeah they mad that they ain't me

Get all in the dance floor, show me how you do your dance

I need you to put your hands up in the air if you got Bands

Go ahead, make them bands

Yea we gon party, bring your friends

Yoooooooo, girl I wanna see you dance wanna see you dance

Ooooooo, can I have this dance, can I have this dance

Yeah we starting trends, don't be fighting, make amends

Money all over the crib, look like we made a mess

Yeah I know you mad that I ain't reply to your text

But fuck that, you was with that dude, you lost all my respect

Yeah you did me bad, let you meet my mom and dad

But it's cool, we moving on, life really ain't that bad

You think that I'm mad, I'm just getting to that bag

I'm just getting to that bag

Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh

I'ma get the racks, yeah I'm never ever last

We living right now, we not thinking bout the past

You not getting in, yeah you not getting a pass

Yeah we living good, eating good, my pockets fat

We not going back, yeah we never going back

Back, back, back, back

Get all in the dance floor, show me how you do your dance

I need you to put your hands up in the air if you got Bands

Go ahead, make them bands

Yea we gon party, bring your friends