Patrick Ewing
ft. Forte Bowie, Money Makin Nique
Say I don't dance
Say I don't dance, this all I do
I don't dance, this all I do
I don't dance, this all I do
I don't dance this all I do, this all I do
Box Chevy bitches and some Magnums
Counting show money like trap money, that's why I'm ashy
Take you back to high school before I started trapping
Germ balls with the creases, Polo on my khakis
I got hoes in Riverdam, I got hoes to make it
I got hoes in Texas, nigga, I got hoes in Vegas
I don't give a fuck if these niggas like me
That's how my momma made me, punch a nigga, call me, try me
Say I don't dance, this all I do
I don't dance, this all I do
I don't dance, this all I do
I don't dance this all I do, this all I do
Let me tell you bout these niggas, mane (What's that?)
Put you on game
If he say that he the realest, then he probably fibbin, mane
Let me tell you bout these bitches, mane (What's up?)
They all the same
You can walk round with that cape
But ain't no saving Lois Lane
Look, she play all them games, ain't got no rings
She Patrick Ewing
If you ain't getting money, nigga, what the hell you doing? (He broke)
All them sob stories, boy, I tried to sympathize
But I only see your bitch inside your motherfucking eyes
This that Southside shit
All my cousins locked up
I don't even know them niggas
I don't even give a fuck
This that Forte fucking Bowie, give a damn if you don't like me
They gonna have to lock a nigga up and put me up in Rice St
Fuck em
Say I don't dance, this all I do
I don't dance, this all I do
I don't dance, this all I do
I don't dance this all I do, this all I do
First off, you are not a boss
You don't take from the top when it's cake on the block
Put your face on the cock
You date her relax, she just take what you got
How you play 'em, you might as well be raping the twat
Put our West on, take that wack off cause you fucked up
First and last nigga with these niggas
Damn, they 1-0-1
All I'm with is 101
Penis got her hood like bae
Light skinned cutlers shaded at the mouth
This motherfucker look like Drake
Nah, nigga, shade
Illest dividends in my domain
Upper class bitches that sniff cocaine
My jewels without flaw
My bitch without flaw
My niggas without flaw
I'm on, ain't off
And if can't fight all of yall I'm calling on the crew
And nigga, I don't dance
Hand-to-hand is all I do, bitch