Young Thug - Dance (Lyrics)

[Verse 1] Rich gang, YSL 2 on deck

I swear to god Imma ride and die for my niggas till I’m dead

Skeeted off in a Bentley, getting traphouse drop it

Future told you best, y’all shit’s fucking [?] I ain’t playing a game with my quarter

Bitches wanna fuck, that bankroll fatter than a whopper

He ain’t rich pop the collar imposter

Work on me like a disaster, big blunt like a rasta

Big JJ walked in this bitch with a K with 100 round drum on it

Drop bombs on it, if my nigga get caught, I got some on it

I’m eating nigga, Chee Chow Chung on it

Yeah, chain on me, chain on me

And Imma let a J get the crumbs on it

My jeweler blinding me, blinding me

Ho yeah I’m shining B, shining B

Just like a diamond

Yeah I’m cooking that fishscale, cause I’m on it

Bae I could take you to Switzerland like Kevin

And all of your trap spots beating like alpine

[Hook](x2)

Do your fucking dance

Do your fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance

Do your fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance

Do your fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance

[Verse 2] Wash that lil pussy and bring it to me

Jump in that water just like a little fish

[?] you know I’m streets

And I might catch a body this week

Pull up, knock your head off, for show

I heard you tried them boys on [?] Bitch I got white like Santa Claus, I’m holding

May [?] showing my summer ho, [?] I do not [?] your Jesus piece (I got my own)

You might be bool if you not speak to me

I would keep it [?] I’ll accept your apology

Got my motherfucking girl

She stay down with coco and Imma give her the world

I ain’t gone never stop until You in Thugger world

I’ll marry you right inside this club, no boys and girls