No girl, under 10 No whip under a hundred grand Lyrica 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. 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. 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 Rhat, I feel wonderful, how about yourself? You rolling with the real niggas, you know we got it Check, uh. Yeah, see what I did right there? I just made that money dance Hah! 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.
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I jump up on a stage And do my money dance I throw some money up And watch the money land I fell in love when i touched my first hundred grams I fell in love when i touched my first hundred bands. Honorable C-note Get money nigga I do my money dance, and laugh all the way to the bank with these niggas. I jump up on a stage And do my money dance I throw some money up And watch the money land I do my, I do my, I do my money dance I do my, I do my, I do my money dance I jump up on a stage And do my money dance I throw some money up And watch the money land I do my, I do my, I do my money dance I do my, I do my, I do my money dance I jump up on a stage And do my money dance I throw some money up And watch the money land I fell in love when I touched my first hundred grams I fell in love when I touched my first hundred bands. And now we’re on the millions, I watch the money jump I just sent a bird and let the money count I just watched a million turn into another one I just watched a million turn into another one Maserati swervin, shoutout to the pillars Diamonds on the rolling, just for selling drugs Counting all this money, nigga I don’t fall in love Counting all this money, nigga I don’t fall in love. I started trapping at a bando and now we’re on a stage I need that money now, I ain’t tryna? I’m the type to go and get it, you’re the type to hate All this money making, nigga feel some type away I’m holla at the club, like bring that money in I spend it at the club and watch it come again Spend the twentys, bring the fiftys and the hunnids, yeah Spend the twentys, bring the fiftys and the hunnids, yeah We really from the streets, we’re talking stick talk I got the trap jumping, I think I’m Criss Cross I feel like Big Meech, I think I’m Rick Ross I feel like Big Meech, bitch I think I’m Rick Ross. I tryna throw a couple thousands at a stripper I tryna throw a couple thousands at a stripper I tryna pop a couple bottles with my niggas I tryna pop a couple bottles with my niggas I tryna throw a couple thousands at a stripper I tryna throw a couple thousands at a stripper I tryna pop a couple bottles with my niggas I tryna pop a couple bottles with my niggas. Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. Advisory — the following lyrics contain explicit language: I jump up on a stage And do my money dance I throw some money up And watch the money land I fell in love when i touched my first hundred grams I fell in love when i touched my first hundred bands Honorable C-note Get money nigga I do my money dance, and laugh all the way to the bank with these niggas. You gotta check out.
Missing lyrics by Rick Ross?
Ma, 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, nigga toes hurting Uh, uh. 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 Bulge’ your horse, soldier leaving Vietnam Pledge allegiance to the flag Where we keep it and 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. 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 6 figures Black bottles popping when I’m on the turf Two private Jets what this nigga’s worth. No girl under 10 No whip under a hundred grand Oh yeah, oh yeah Man I make this money dance I criss cross, she sun tans Propellers out the window over our lands Where I land Girl we make that money dance.
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The Dream. The Dream [Intro] Ma, hey give me monfy black bottle I can’t dance good but I’mma dance tonight, you hear me? You rolling with the real niggas you know we got it [Verse 3: Rick Ross] As the world turn and the weed twist Flew a hundred niggas to Veil 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 rance foul like Cool C Big flossy the bitches like ‘who’s he?
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, see you on the other side Dacne, dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance, dance.
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Missing lyrics by Rick Ross?
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