MAKE IT DANCE Lyrics

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