This is a song about "Dance music"

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker

Others dance with each others other,

Music is money, money isn't music

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

All those shitty love stories and my most hated was dance.

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

I wouldn't be famous

Pens dance across pages,

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Between you and me i'm more exclusive than a private dance

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

You make elevator music

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Really i was the one trying to dance

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax