This is a song about "Dance we walt"

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

If you wanna take the chance we can dance without the disco

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

But maybe if i made a dance record you'd acknowledge me,

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

In a strip club getting a lap dance

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

We can dance but your chances are slim to none

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden