| Bust a dance move
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| Pop a bottle, pop a tag, and bust a dance move
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| Bust a dance move, like a damn fool
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| Do the money dance, hundred racks a watch
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| Hundred grand, tell em' bring a mop
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| Pop a bottle, pop a tag, and bust a dance move
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| Bust a dance move, bust a dance move
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| Look, look
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| Yeah lot of strong
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| All up in they V. I
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| Smokin' on what seems to be loud
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| Eyes lookin' like Mr. Miya
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| Lot of shones
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| Nigga can’t you tell that we high
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| And before I leave, I’ll peace out
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| Let me see that camel, three times
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| Slight work though, lightwork though, my girl don’t
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| Y’all girl go where my girl go and you there alone
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| Two nights, made a hundred grand
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| Pair of Nikes like one to ten
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| It was hustle time and y’all walked it out
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| When the money right, y’all runnin' man
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| Pullin' up the whole cabbage patch
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| This is not from no cataract
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| If you could understand what this watch cost
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| You would understand why I try and adapt
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| Me and him cannot shake hands, why trap when I’m a free man
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| You so a loss, you a robot, who done told y’all niggas to break dance
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| I think the NFL must think I’m a damn fool
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| Every time I touch down I bust a dance move
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| They used to have a movement now they can’t move
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| Used to be on they Grizzly like Vancouv
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| Bout to make them grams move, L.A. to St. Lou
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| Say you got them toys, that Santa story just ain’t true
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| Say you got this money, I’m no snitch I can’t tell
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| Call me M.C. | 
| Hammer name a bitch that I ain’t nail
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| Can’t Touch This, You know that You Can’t Touch this
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| All black jewelery, now that should do it justice
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| Told her come and bust this, you look like you does this
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| Come and rub my head girl, teach me how to douglas |