This is a song about "Shmoney dance"

Others dance with each others other,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

And me im trynna dance with one

I'm a son of a gun

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

I'm choosing to dance, but i can't dance like jason d

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Your last wish, wanna dance?

Know it good when she go no hands

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands