Rick Ross Feat. The Dream - Money Dance (Lyrics)

[Intro]

Ma, hey give me a black bottle

I can't dance good but I'mma dance tonight, you hear me?

Baby just don't step on my feet, nigga toes hurting

Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy

Enchanted by women who speak nasty

Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week

Leaning on my lawyer pinky looking glassy

Charges dropped, these plaintiffs just wanna tax me

Secret service wanna see me driving taxis

Hug my attorney and then we do the money dance

Whitey Bulge' your horse, soldier leaving Vietnam

Pledge allegiance to the flag

Where we keep it 100 and get your money back

Pull a plug, brain dead, dope game nigga

Knew the rolls was fake and so we brought the real with us

Repertoire hustle such a tenacity

High roller, bet us another masterpiece

More Rakim then maybe Master P

Crazy nigga paid in full I'm tryna buy the beach

[Bridge: Rick Ross]

Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind

Slight two step as I check the time

Rub my hands when my palms itch

50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless

This the sway of a rich nigga

Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures

Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf

Two private Jets what this nigga's worth

[Hook: The-Dream]

No girl under ten

No whip under a hundred grand

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Man I make this money dance

I criss cross, she sun tans

Propellers out the window over our lands

Where I land

Girl we make that money dance

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Top Forbes, poor formal education

Top floors, cop rooms on reservations

Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe

Ex cheerleader flipping now this nigga truth

Money piles have got me out on Sunny Ave

Black with me everywhere I go he'll gun you down

Full clips, magazines yeah the Forbes list

If this all for nickle recount it, it's bullsht

But when they right we do the money dance

Fly nigga my nigga Randall Cunningham

When she hear the slang then she know the name

Italian coupes for the suits I spend it on the chain

Pool so long we should take a swim

I like that ass fat, I can spread it thin

I wanna see your friends come do the money dance

Black bottle boys, we got these bitches holding hands

[Bridge: Rick Ross]

Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind

Slight two step as I check the time

Rub my hands when my palms itch

50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless

This the sway of a rich nigga

Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures

Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf

Two private Jets what this nigga's worth

[Hook: The-Dream]

No girl under ten

No whip under a hundred grand

Man I make this money dance

I criss cross, she sun tans

Propellers out the window over our lands

Where I land

Girl we make that money dance

[Interlude: The Dream & Rick Ross]

Dance, dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance

Come on y'all yeah you know we got it

Dance, dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance, dance

Uh, I feel wonderful, how about yourself?

You rolling with the real niggas you know we got it

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

As the world turn and the weed twist

Flew a hundred niggas to Veil on a ski trip

Put away the dope we can see the slopes

We built this shit together why it mean the most

Head on collision somehow I walk away

Give you music for free recouping with the yay

You're rocking with the bowtie Don

In god we trust, I bust and post bond

In the hood we the Run-DMCs

Best quotes and wrote we don't need

Death Row on foul like Cool C

Big flossy the bitches like "who's he?"

The corvette was a beast I had to lease

Six months then we're free to holler, "peace"

Dead wrong my nigga, Miami river cops

Leave you floating, hope you getting them ten a pop

[Bridge: Rick Ross]

Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind

Slight two step as I check the time

Rub my hands when my palms itch

50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless

This the sway of a rich nigga

Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures

Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf

Two private Jets what this nigga's worth

[Verse 4: The-Dream]

Atlanta, Miami, Rosé

We like 2Pac infante

They sent my nigga on house arrest

I'm coming through niggas they ain't stopping this

I bring the beach to the front door

All bitches out the pool we need to park the boat

Turn South Georgia to Florida

And turn the rest over to the lawyers

Cause we ain't tryna hurt nobody

Just tryna bring life to the party

If I ain't change you mind think whatever

One thing you can't change is I changed the weather

And this my Rockafella flow

And you just on hella dope, I'm hella dope

This for real niggas with Maybachs

All debts forgiven this is the payback

[Outro]

Yea, see what I did right there?

I just made that money dance

Hah, oh shit, Ross

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

And we live from Atlanta, Georgia nigga

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

Yeah, yeah, see you on the other side

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)