Make Her Dance Lyrics

Bands a make her dance

Bands a make her

Bands a make her dance

Bands a make her (dancer)

Bands a make her dance

Bands a make her dance

Bands a make her dance

Bands a make her

Bands a make her dance

I got ten racks inside my pants

Got a Glock, and that bitch gotta beam, it put you in a trance

Niggas know, how I come through trim, hit him and his mans

Niggas hate, they talk on sin, but whole time these niggas fans

I'd take yo bitch and make her hold my hand

I'd take yo bitch cause I got hella bands

I got Glocks, and they stuffed inside my pants

Told that bitch that I can't love you bitch we friends

In Mercedes, told that bitch "can't have my baby" woah

Told that bitch that I can't love you cause I'm lazy woah

I can't give you time, I can't give you time

I can't give you time, even though you fine

I got money on my mind

I got murdey on my

I got murder on my

I got money on my

I got money on my mind

Money on my

I got bands on my mind

Bands a make her dance

Bands a make her dance

Bands a make her

Bands a make her dance

Bands a make her dance

Bands a make her dance

Bands a make her

Bands a make her

Bands a make her

Bands a make her

Bands a make her

Bands a make her