Do Yo Dance Lyrics

Baby this yo shit, yea, do yo' dance hoe

Busy countin' strips, yea, til my hands broke

Pockets fulla' pape, damn near why my pants low

I'm so mother fuckin high don't think I could land hoe

Told my nigga we a get it just stick to the plan bro

Lock-Locked in with my bros gotta keep the fam close

Bitch I'm feeling like the goat, pulled up inna' Lamb though

Nigga back up in his bag shit this what the fans want

I'm like baby do yo dance gon do yo' dance hoe gon' get it

I just faced like three woods got me lifted now I'm trippin'

I'm in mode stackin' pros to my neck. Damn near feeling like I'm home, touched down, LAX

Two pounds, smoke clouds, bitch I'm blowing LA best

Always go, get a check

Niggas broke, and in debt

I got ice on my heart, my shit cold, as it get

Always talkin' what you did, that shit old, as a bitch (Old ass nigga)

But tellin' stories what you do when you know the bands low

For feature bitch I'm taxin' like Uncle Sam though

Nigga how you getting pape and ain't put yo' mans on

Pussy I been on my grind, can't pick up the damn phone

Hit the bitch and kick her out, now I'm just a asshole

I get high just like I'm D-Rose off all this damn smoke

Been that nigga since the Migos trapped out the bando

This yo shit so do yo' dance hoe, just do yo' dance hoe (Gon get it)

Baby this yo shit, yea, do yo' dance hoe

Busy countin' strips, yea, til my hands broke

Pockets fulla' pape, damn near why my pants low

I'm so mother fuckin high don't think I could land hoe

Told my nigga we a get it just stick to the plan bro

Lock-Locked in with my bros gotta keep the fam close

Bitch I'm feeling like the goat, pulled up inna' Lamb though

Nigga back up in his bag shit this what the fans want

I ain't fuckin' with no bitch unless she coming with a buddy

I ain't sippin' on no cup unless that shit be looking muddy

I ain't smoking on no weed unless that shit be really punchin'

You too focused on the bitches I get money you get cuddy

That's a problem, broker then a bitch having trouble tryna solve em

Ion' know bout y'all but all my niggas I can call em

Ion' know bout y'all but they a catch me if I'm falling

The way C.G.B ball need a Spaulding

But we don't play no games, I could get you what you want an take a trip out to the A

We could keep the business private while we flying on a plane

Fuck a Instagram DM get to know you in LA

How the fuck I hit her raw an ion' barely know her name.

A hundred thousand plays global me an Frankie did our thang

It was me Frank and Ant ain't nobody know our name

Now it's a whole lotta money if you wanna hear us sang nigga

Baby this yo shit, yea, do yo' dance hoe

Busy countin' strips, yea, til my hands broke

Pockets fulla' pape, damn near why my pants low

I'm so mother fuckin high don't think I could land hoe

Told my nigga we a get it just stick to the plan bro

Lock-Locked in with my bros gotta keep the fam close

Bitch I'm feeling like the goat, pulled up inna' Lamb though

Nigga back up in his bag shit this what the fans want