| Ma, hey give me a black bottle
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| I can’t dance good but I’mma dance tonight, you hear me?
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| Baby just don’t step on my feet, nigga toes hurting
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| Uh, uh
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| Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
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| Enchanted by women who speak nasty
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| Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
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| Leaning on my lawyer pinky looking glassy
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| Charges dropped, these plaintiffs just wanna tax me
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| Secret service wanna see me driving taxis
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| Hug my attorney and then we do the money dance
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| Whitey Bulge' your horse, soldier leaving Vietnam
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| Pledge allegiance to the flag
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| Where we keep it 100 and get your money back
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| Pull a plug, brain dead, dope game nigga
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| Knew the rolls was fake and so we brought the real with us
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| Repertoire hustle such a tenacity
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| High roller, bet us another masterpiece
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| More Rakim then maybe Master P
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| Crazy nigga paid in full I’m tryna buy the beach
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| Caution, I’ll approach you with a business mind
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| Slight two step as I check the time
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| Rub my hands when my palms itch
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| 50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless
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| This the sway of a rich nigga
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| Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures
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| Black bottles popping when I’m on the turf
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| Two private Jets what this nigga’s worth
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| No girl under ten
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| No whip under a hundred grand
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Man I make this money dance
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| I criss cross, she sun tans
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| Propellers out the window over our lands
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| Where I land
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| Girl we make that money dance
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| Top Forbes, poor formal education
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| Top floors, cop rooms on reservations
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| Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe
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| Ex cheerleader flipping now this nigga truth
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| Money piles have got me out on Sunny Ave
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| Black with me everywhere I go he’ll gun you down
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| Full clips, magazines yeah the Forbes list
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| If this all for nickle recount it, it’s bullsht
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| But when they right we do the money dance
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| Fly nigga my nigga Randall Cunningham
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| When she hear the slang then she know the name
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| Italian coupes for the suits I spend it on the chain
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| Pool so long we should take a swim
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| I like that ass fat, I can spread it thin
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| I wanna see your friends come do the money dance
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| Black bottle boys, we got these bitches holding hands
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| Caution, I’ll approach you with a business mind
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| Slight two step as I check the time
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| Rub my hands when my palms itch
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| 50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless
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| This the sway of a rich nigga
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| Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures
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| Black bottles popping when I’m on the turf
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| Two private Jets what this nigga’s worth
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| No girl under ten
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| No whip under a hundred grand
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| Man I make this money dance
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| I criss cross, she sun tans
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| Propellers out the window over our lands
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| Where I land
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| Girl we make that money dance
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| Dance, dance, dance, dance
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| Dance, dance, dance
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| Come on y’all yeah you know we got it
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| Dance, dance, dance, dance
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| Dance, dance, dance, dance
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| Uh, I feel wonderful, how about yourself?
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| You rolling with the real niggas you know we got it
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| As the world turn and the weed twist
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| Flew a hundred niggas to Veil on a ski trip
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| Put away the dope we can see the slopes
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| We built this shit together why it mean the most
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| Head on collision somehow I walk away
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| Give you music for free recouping with the yay
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| You’re rocking with the bowtie Don
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| In god we trust, I bust and post bond
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| In the hood we the Run-DMCs
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| Best «es and wrote we don’t need
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| Death Row on foul like Cool C
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| Big flossy the bitches like «who's he?»
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| The corvette was a beast I had to lease
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| Six months then we’re free to holler, «peace»
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| Dead wrong my nigga, Miami river cops
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| Leave you floating, hope you getting them ten a pop
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| Caution, I’ll approach you with a business mind
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| Slight two step as I check the time
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| Rub my hands when my palms itch
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| 50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless
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| This the sway of a rich nigga
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| Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures
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| Black bottles popping when I’m on the turf
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| Two private Jets what this nigga’s worth
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| Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
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| We like 2Pac infante
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| They sent my nigga on house arrest
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| I’m coming through niggas they ain’t stopping this
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| I bring the beach to the front door
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| All bitches out the pool we need to park the boat
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| Turn South Georgia to Florida
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| And turn the rest over to the lawyers
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| Cause we ain’t tryna hurt nobody
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| Just tryna bring life to the party
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| If I ain’t change you mind think whatever
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| One thing you can’t change is I changed the weather
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| And this my Rockafella flow
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| And you just on hella dope, I’m hella dope
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| This for real niggas with Maybachs
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| All debts forgiven this is the payback
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| Yea, see what I did right there?
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| I just made that money dance
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| Hah, oh shit, Ross
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| (Dance, dance, dance, dance)
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| And we live from Atlanta, Georgia nigga
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| (Dance, dance, dance, dance)
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| Yeah, yeah, see you on the other side
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| (Dance, dance, dance, dance)
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| (Dance, dance, dance, dance)
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| (Dance, dance, dance, dance)
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| (Dance, dance, dance, dance)
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| (Dance, dance, dance, dance)
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| (Dance, dance, dance, dance) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money Dance , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Black Market, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп