"MAKE HER DANCE" lyrics
(Etrizzle, this a banger)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Off this bean, I can't even sit still (Sit still)
Fuck ten friends, bitch, I need me ten mil', ayy (Fuck friends)
Posted with the suckers, fuck around and get spilled (Get shot, boy)
Have feelings for a bitch? Not a lot, not even a lil' (I can't)
Oh, he throwin' up that shit? We gon' fuck around and send a blitz (Man, what?)
She just wanna fuck me 'cause these diamonds on my wrist (On my wrist)
I ain't want the cat, I just put it on her lips (Hey)
I don't wanna chit-chat, just give me the blue strips (Give me the chos)
I do not want a Glock with no switch (Ayy)
I ain't jumpin' in that car if that load got no tints, ayy (Got no tints)
Pockets lookin' dry, you fiendin' for more chips (No money)
Ayy, this chop'll drop you, think you Hulk Hogan
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah way this chopper knock
Black mask out the sunroof when we spin the block (Southside)
Tens, fifties, hundreds, thousands (Thousands)
Don't matter how much that bitch cost, I'ma spend a lot
I got bands all in my pants
And I'ma spend it just 'cause I can
Now she tryna take off her pants
'Cause she know bands gon' make her dance
I got bands all in my pants
And I'ma spend it just 'cause I can
Now she tryna take off her pants
'Cause she know bands gon' make her dance
Ayy, jump in the whip, I got pape' and the sticks (I'm a thug)
Before we got rich, we was into pullin' skits
I ain't never been a simp, I ain't never chased a bitch
Oh, he dropped another diss? We gon' put him on the list (Ayy, ayy)
I got whips I don't drive, this bitch sittin' in the crib (Sittin')
Why this bitch in the section like she ain't got no kids? (What the fuck?)
Gang back there, pull it up, it can't fit (Ayy, ayy)
Pull up and walk out, you know you won't miss (Grrah)
Straight off the plane, I'ma bring 'em to the CNC (Bring 'em to the crib)
I got this shit in a headlock, no DDT (Ayy, ayy)
Throw that shit up, send shots like the CDC (Grr)
This bitch tryna wipe me down, old DVD (Wait, what?)
Like that BBL cool, but don't mean shit to me (It don't mean shit)
I'm tryna see a hundred thousand out her skinny jeans (I'm tryna see chos)
Ayy, before we had a switch, we had a lemon squeeze (Grrt)
Ain't no workers, only bosses that can sit with me, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
I got bands all in my pants
And I'ma spend it just 'cause I can
Now she tryna take off her pants
'Cause she know bands gon' make her dance
I got bands all in my pants
And I'ma spend it just 'cause I can
Now she tryna take off her pants
'Cause she know bands gon' make her dance
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Off this bean, I can't even sit still (Sit still)
Fuck ten friends, bitch, I need me ten mil', ayy (Fuck friends)
Posted with the suckers, fuck around and get spilled (Get shot, boy)
Have feelings for a bitch? Not a lot, not even a lil' (I can't)
Oh, he throwin' up that shit? We gon' fuck around and send a blitz (Man, what?)
She just wanna fuck me 'cause these diamonds on my wrist (On my wrist)
I ain't want the cat, I just put it on her lips (Hey)
I don't wanna chit-chat, just give me the blue strips (Give me the chos)
I do not want a Glock with no switch (Ayy)
I ain't jumpin' in that car if that load got no tints, ayy (Got no tints)
Pockets lookin' dry, you fiendin' for more chips (No money)
Ayy, this chop'll drop you, think you Hulk Hogan
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah way this chopper knock
Black mask out the sunroof when we spin the block (Southside)
Tens, fifties, hundreds, thousands (Thousands)
Don't matter how much that bitch cost, I'ma spend a lot
I got bands all in my pants
And I'ma spend it just 'cause I can
Now she tryna take off her pants
'Cause she know bands gon' make her dance
I got bands all in my pants
And I'ma spend it just 'cause I can
Now she tryna take off her pants
'Cause she know bands gon' make her dance
Ayy, jump in the whip, I got pape' and the sticks (I'm a thug)
Before we got rich, we was into pullin' skits
I ain't never been a simp, I ain't never chased a bitch
Oh, he dropped another diss? We gon' put him on the list (Ayy, ayy)
I got whips I don't drive, this bitch sittin' in the crib (Sittin')
Why this bitch in the section like she ain't got no kids? (What the fuck?)
Gang back there, pull it up, it can't fit (Ayy, ayy)
Pull up and walk out, you know you won't miss (Grrah)
Straight off the plane, I'ma bring 'em to the CNC (Bring 'em to the crib)
I got this shit in a headlock, no DDT (Ayy, ayy)
Throw that shit up, send shots like the CDC (Grr)
This bitch tryna wipe me down, old DVD (Wait, what?)
Like that BBL cool, but don't mean shit to me (It don't mean shit)
I'm tryna see a hundred thousand out her skinny jeans (I'm tryna see chos)
Ayy, before we had a switch, we had a lemon squeeze (Grrt)
Ain't no workers, only bosses that can sit with me, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
I got bands all in my pants
And I'ma spend it just 'cause I can
Now she tryna take off her pants
'Cause she know bands gon' make her dance
I got bands all in my pants
And I'ma spend it just 'cause I can
Now she tryna take off her pants
'Cause she know bands gon' make her dance
