MAKE IT DANCE

I'ma throw a couple bands, you gon throw some I'ma pull up to ya crib, you gon show some Stop, looking at your phone he don't know nothing Just get on your knees go head blow some Don't you worry bout your man I'm finna sweat you out you gon need a lil fan I'm finna slut you out I can really make it dance Slut you out I can really make it dance Got two to three shawtys for the foursome Lil shawty and she ready to go pour some Baby, get the henny, get the casa And you better call yo mama And I'm really with that drama She on her knees and she slopping like a llama She mess with me cause I gotta couple comas And she know I got that Prada Prada, Gucci, and that Louie Ouu we, yea she got good coochie Yea she wanna be a wife she a hoochie Yea that shawty she a groupie One stroke and I'm all up in her belly Got twelve shawtys and I bring em to the telly Took that shawty to the side Put that thing in and I know that shawty felt it Hold on, Hold on Yea that shawty trying to get me wifed up I'm trying to stay low trying to get my likes up I ain't really trying to be tied up But that kitty still mine Prada on your back got you looking so fine But that kitty still mine Prada on your back got you looking so fine I'ma throw a couple bands, you gon throw some I'ma pull up to ya crib, you gon show some Stop, looking at your phone he don't know nothing Just get on your knees go head blow some Don't you worry bout your man I'm finna sweat you out you gon need a lil fan I'm finna slut you out I can really make it dance Slut you out I can really make it dance