[Flame] 🔥 Rick Ross - Money Dance Lyrics
[Intro: Rick Ross]
 Uh, hey, give me a black bottle
 I can’t dance good but I’mma dance tonight, you hear me?
 Baby just don’t step on my feet, a nigga toes hurting
 Uh, uh
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
 Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
 Enchanted by women who speak nasty
 Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
 Leaning on my lawyer, pinky looking glassy
 Charges dropped, these plaintiffs just wanna tax me
 Secret Service wanna see me driving taxis
 Hug my attorney and then we do the money dance
 Whitey Bulger or a soldier leaving Vietnam
 Pledge allegiance to the flag
 Where we keep it 100 or get your money back
 Pull a plug, brain dead, dope game nigga
 Knew the rolls was fake and so we brought the real with us
 Repertoire, hustle such a tenacity
 High roller, bet us another masterpiece
 More Rakim then maybe Master P
 Crazy nigga paid in full, I’m tryna buy the beach
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
 Caution, I’ll approach you with a business mind
 Slight two-step as I check the time
 Rub my hands when my palms itch
 50 in the bank, diamonds looking flawless
 This the sway of a rich nigga
 Praying for the day my nigga seeing six figures
 Black bottles popping when I’m on the turf
 Two private jets what a nigga’s worth
[Hook: The-Dream]
 No girl, under 10
 No whip under a hundred grand
 Oh yeah, oh yeah
 Man I make this money dance
 I Chris Craft, she suntans
 Propellers out the window over islands
 Where I land
 Girl, we make that money dance
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
 Top Forbes, poor formal education
 Top floors, cop rooms on reservations
 Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe
 Ex-cheerleader flipping now this nigga true
 Money piles have got me out on Sunny Ave
 Black with me everywhere I go, he’ll gun you down
 Full clips, magazines, yeah the Forbes list
 If it’s off a nickel, recount it, it’s boss shit
 But when they right, we do the money dance
 Fly nigga, my nigga Randall Cunningham
 When she hear the slang then she know the name
 Italian suits for the gooks, I spend it on the chain
 Pool so long, we should take a swim
 I like that ass fat, I can spread it thin
 I wanna see your friends come do the money dance
 Black Bottle Boys, we got these bitches holding hands
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
 Caution, I’ll approach you with a business mind
 Slight two-step as I check the time
 Rub my hands when my palms itch
 50 in the bank, diamonds looking flawless
 This the sway of a rich nigga
 Praying for the day my nigga seeing six figures
 Black bottles popping when I’m on the turf
 Two private jets what this nigga’s worth
[Hook: The-Dream]
 No girl, under 10
 No whip under a hundred grand
 Man I make this money dance
 I Chris Craft, she sun tans
 Propellers out the window over islands
 Where I land
 Girl, we make that money dance
[Bridge: The Dream & Rick Ross]
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, dance, dance
 You rolling with the real niggas, you know we got it
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Uh, I feel wonderful, how about yourself?
 You rolling with the real niggas, you know we got it
 Check, uh
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
 As the world turn and the weed twist
 Flew a hundred niggas to Vail on a ski trip
 Put away the dope, we can see the slopes
 We built this shit together why it mean the most
 Head-on collision, somehow I walk away
 Give you music for free, recouping with the yay
 You’re rocking with the bowtie don
 In God we trust, I bust and post bond
 In the hood, we the Run-DMCs
 Best quotes and ropes we don’t need
 Death Row on foul like Cool C
 Big flossy, the bitches like “Who’s he?”
 The corvette was a beast, I had to lease
 Six months then we’re free to holler “Peace!”
 Dead wrong my nigga, Miami river cops
 Leave you floating there, hope of getting them ten a pop
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
 Caution, I’ll approach you with a business mind
 Slight two-step as I check the time
 Rub my hands when my palms itch
 50 in the bank, diamonds looking flawless
 This the sway of a rich nigga
 Praying for the day my nigga seeing six figures
 Black bottles popping when I’m on the turf
 Two private jets what this nigga’s worth
[Verse 4: The-Dream]
 Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
 We like 2Pac and Vante
 They sent my nigga on house arrest
 I’m coming through nigga, they ain’t stopping this
 I bring the beach to the front door
 All bitches out the pool, we need to park the boat
 Turn South Georgia to Florida
 And turn the rest over to the lawyers
 Cause we ain’t tryna hurt nobody
 Just tryna bring life to the party
 If I ain’t change your mind, think whatever
 One thing you can’t change is I changed the weather
 And this my Roc-A-Fella flow
 And you just on hella dope, I’m hella dope
 This for real niggas with Maybachs
 All debts forgiven, this is the payback
[Outro: The-Dream]
 Yeah, see what I did right there?
 I just made that money dance
 Hah! Oh shit, Ross
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 And we live from Atlanta, Georgia nigga!
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Yeah, yeah, once again my friend
 See you on the other side
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, dance, dance, dance
 Dance, dance, dance, dance