Lyrics Dance Moves - Rio Da Yung OG

Dance Moves

Yeah
This Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG (Flawless Victory Music)
Boyz in this bitch, nigga
Bounce your shoulders, throw some money, this the club dance
Hit the food, bust a move, this the grub dance
You be actin', you ain’t really 'bout it, you a stuntman
Get on the floor, act like you humpin', do that one dance
Ayy, do that one dance
Let me see you do that one dance
I got my Glock inside the club in case we bump heads
Bounce your shoulders, throw some money up, do that one dance
Get on the floor and hump the ground, do that one dance
A thousand dollars for the jeans, these the one pants
Make her bust it open, now she stretch it like the Jumpman
You ain’t no boss, you hit the store for 'Woods, you the blunt man
Security know what’s up with us when we come in
They don’t check us, we can bring a twelve gauge pump in
I snuck a forty in this bitch with a drum in it
Thirty shots’ll make your car lean like Big Pun in it
Bitch was in my face, her breath was stinkin', threw some gum in it
The way she suck dick, her mouth only got gums in it
You ain’t got no bread in your pocket, only crumbs in it
Fuck three, that pussy was too wet, I bust in one minute
Throw some money in the air, that’s a dance move
If you ain’t got nothin' to throw, just make your hands move
Give me a bag, I bet I’ll make the grams move
Hit your daddy mama house with K’s, make your grams move
Bounce your shoulders, throw some money, this the club dance
Hit the food, bust a move, this the grub dance
You be actin', you ain’t really 'bout it, you a stuntman
Get on the floor, act like you humpin', do that one dance
Ayy, do that one dance
Let me see you do that one dance
I got my Glock inside the club in case we bump heads
Bounce your shoulders, throw some money up, do that one dance
Look, man, get on the ground
Hump the floor, act like you fuckin' a bitch
You gotta air-fuck the bitch, man, you ain’t doin' it right
Alright, now throw some money in the air, nigga
I can’t really dance, so I just throw the money up
One day I hit a nigga drank, he threw his stomach up
I got a bad bitch with fake titties and a tummy tuck
He tried to do the pape' dance and fucked his money up
Goddamn, it only been three months, I put a hundred up
He tried to race a Scatpack and fucked his Cutlass up
Is he a dummy or what?
I know a nigga worth an M that be bummy as fuck
Five grams in a Backwood, this bitch ugly as fuck
I put on deodorant, but the weed I got musty as fuck
I don’t care what kind of drank I got, it’s a hundred and up
This a three-five of Pink Runtz, that’s a hundred a blunt
I’m that same lil' nigga from Keller, yeah, Lumpy son
You swing on me, we beatin' your ass, ain’t no one-on-ones
My nigga fuckin' with the cards, yeah, the 101s
I’m in here gettin' teary-eyed 'cause I’m onion cuttin'
Bounce your shoulders, throw some money, this the club dance
Hit the food, bust a move, this the grub dance
You be actin', you ain’t really 'bout it, you a stuntman
Get on the floor, act like you humpin', do that one dance
Ayy, do that one dance
Let me see you do that one dance
I got my Glock inside the club in case we bump heads
Bounce your shoulders, throw some money up, do that one dance