Money Dance - Troy Ave

Money Dance - Troy Ave

  • Year of release: 2017
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:03

Below is the lyrics of the song Money Dance , artist - Troy Ave with translation

Lyrics " Money Dance "

Original text with translation

Money Dance

Troy Ave

Oo girl I want you closer

Hold on adjust my holster

Dance now, real nigga in the building

Fuck girl, fake niggas in their feelings

Oo girl I want you closer

Hold on adjust my holster

Dance now, real nigga in the building

Fuck girl, fake niggas in their feelings

Word

My heart cold, ice colder than my chest

I don’t front like I wish you nothing but the best

I’ve wish I’ve jailed and I’ve wished you death

I’ve wished their mumma hold all their tears lil bitch wet

I once shot a nigga in their neck

I was tired of your disrespect

(adlibs)

He was ready waiting

A stomach full of a nigga, steady hating

I love paper so I’m steady chasing

Called the mob on my grandpa, amazin'

I get out of things with a handshake

I pull out a middle finger till your man’s fake

In my pool where I do my dance

Do it in the club, got it in my pants

Phoney you I call bluffs I’ll take ya gun from you and shoot ya in the skull

Oo girl I want you closer

Hold on adjust my holster

Dance now, real nigga in the building

Fuck girl, fake niggas in their feelings

Oo girl I want you closer

Hold on adjust my holster

Dance now, real nigga in the building

Fuck girl, fake niggas in their feelings

Fake niggas in their feelings

Fake niggas in their feelings

Fake niggas in their feelings

Fake niggas in their feelings

Fake niggas in their feelings

Fake niggas in their feelings

Fake niggas in their feelings

Fuck y’all, fake niggas in their feelings

Freddie will keep it fake

I’m taking my shotty till it’s fuck the snakes

The one in my jeans got a hol' of me

Lance making gucci look coney

Might leave that shit in my laundry

I used to get clean at (?)

I used to dry clean on my money

Cause you know I watch I can’t front this

Every day, four more straight, never miss like I pray

Lord keep these haters and these police away

Pray that they got me four brick in the yay

Back when I drove a truck by Chevrolet

It ain’t ever come to panama

That’s what he say

Charge it to the game and I ball anyway

I play it in the club you could be my Lisa Ray, Bae!

Oo girl I want you closer

Hold on adjust my holster

Dance now, real nigga in the building

Fuck girl, fake niggas in their feelings

Oo girl I want you closer

Hold on adjust my holster

Dance now, real nigga in the building

Fuck girl, fake niggas in their feelings

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