Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
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Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin'
And they ain't using hands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin'
And they ain't using hands
Short hair like Nia Long
Loose one she don't need a loan
She start twerking when she hear a song
The stripper pole her income
We get trippy and then some
So nasty when she rolling
She put that ass off in my hands
I remote control it
She give me dome when the roof gone
At the K.O.D. she leave with me
She got friends bring three
I got drugs I got drinks
Bend it over, Juicy J gone poke it like wet paint
You say no to ratchet pussy Juicy J can't
Racks everywhere, they're showing racks I'm throwing racks
In the VIP rubber on I'm stretching that
Rich niggas tipping
Broke niggas looking
And it ain't a strip club if they ain't showing pussy.
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin'
And they ain't using hands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin'
And they ain't using hands
Uh, pop that pussy for a real nigga
Pull out my black card, that's my lil' nigga
Make a movie with your bitch, Steven Spiel-nigga
Smokin' on Keysha, Cole give me chills nigga
What's your real name, and not your stripper name
I make it rain on ya, like a windowpane
Bands a make her dance, Tunechi make her cum
Hit it from the side like a motherfuckin' bass drum
Two hoes on one fuckin' pole
Two hoes on my fuckin' pole
I don't tip, I pay bills
Bitches call me Buffalo
Her stomach in, her ass out
I'm flyer than the ones they pass out
If money grow on trees, I branched out
I'm just waitin' for my bitch to cash out!
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin'
And they ain't using hands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin'
And they ain't using hands
Down in Atlanta, about to hit up Magic
Throw some money in the air, all the bad bitches gone grab it
Straight off the floor she gone need a couple of bags
Like a broke ATM, I’m spillin’ all this cash
Them niggas in the club don’t be spending shit
20 stacks in one night, I be on trippy shit
My crib’s paid off, but I’m still paying rent
A couple of condos paid, she lovin’ every cent
She make that ass clap, dancin’ like she on a dick
Bring it back up, threw a stack, that’s a lucky bitch
Up and down she going, she sliding on that pole
Making money, stacking them honey, shawty cold
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin'
And they ain't using hands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin'
And they ain't using hands
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