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Young Stefo - Dancin' Lyrics



Young Stefo - Dancin' Lyrics
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I just got a pack in got me up like racks in
Running through the trap get that money I got traction
Pack what I pack and that profit what I'm Maxin
300 on the dash and that ain't even maxin
We trappin on the spot we ain't neva lackin
We packin money makin f*ck a pussy I ain't neva smackin
Running through the block like what's next like what's happening
Always show love to my block when she dancin
Money makin Stefo collect and count the cash in
No cash out reinvest and get the bands in
I can teach you how to make a trap pop hands in
Running wit a bag got a motha f*cka dancin yea
Got a motha f*cka dancin
Running wit a bag got a motha f*cka dancin yea
Got a motha f*cka dancin
Running wit a bag
Gotta motha f*cka dancin running to the bag
Got a bitch out in hamptons where you wanna stay
I've been getting to the bag Well I smoke exotic bag
We don't smoke the same bag you be smokin on the shwag
Watchu tryna do over there ye ain't gettin paid
Tryna muscle up you lookin goofy it's a shame
Ain't no bitch made money monopoly be the game
We stacking up the cheese tryna monopolise my pain
Ima get rich and buy my momma out her pain
To them I've done wrong all my life it's insane
But the money keep coming I'm committed to the game
Married to my block but I beat her out her change
I ain't going back f*ck a X I'm getting paid
Money keep coming she show me love in many ways
Lots a 0's and commas get me excited to start my day
Maybe the money machine sing me another song to me today
Cash keep countin money trancin outer space
Rash on rash my hands sore can't pickup the pace
I got stacks make ya eyes come out ya face
Ya OG he getting old maybe it's time to get replaced
Runin man runin man thas my day job
Flip the strip make it hit like I play ball
I get money don't talk funny we ain't talkin eight balls
Make ya move playa choose this is chess not rec ball
Versatile wit my flow we get it hot tho
I ain't trippin birdie flippin to the cops bro
Moving smoove neva snooze off the drank bro
But I keep pouring moon walking smokin stanko
I just got a pack in got me up like racks in
Running through the trap get that money I got traction
Pack what I pack and that profit what I'm Maxin
300 on the dash and that ain't even maxin
We trappin on the spot we ain't neva lackin
We packin money makin f*ck a pussy I ain't neva smackin
Running through the block like what's next like what's happening
Always show love to my block when she dancin
Money makin Stefo collect and count the cash in
No cash out reinvest and get the bands in
I can teach you how to make a trap pop hands in
Running wit a bag got a motha f*cka dancin
Running wit a bag got a motha f*cka dancin
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I just got a pack in got me up like racks in
Running through the trap get that money I got traction
Pack what I pack and that profit what I'm Maxin
300 on the dash and that ain't even maxin
We trappin on the spot we ain't neva lackin
We packin money makin f*ck a pussy I ain't neva smackin
Running through the block like what's next like what's happening
Always show love to my block when she dancin
Money makin Stefo collect and count the cash in
No cash out reinvest and get the bands in
I can teach you how to make a trap pop hands in
Running wit a bag got a motha f*cka dancin yea
Got a motha f*cka dancin
Running wit a bag got a motha f*cka dancin yea
Got a motha f*cka dancin
Running wit a bag
Gotta motha f*cka dancin running to the bag
Got a bitch out in hamptons where you wanna stay
I've been getting to the bag Well I smoke exotic bag
We don't smoke the same bag you be smokin on the shwag
Watchu tryna do over there ye ain't gettin paid
Tryna muscle up you lookin goofy it's a shame
Ain't no bitch made money monopoly be the game
We stacking up the cheese tryna monopolise my pain
Ima get rich and buy my momma out her pain
To them I've done wrong all my life it's insane
But the money keep coming I'm committed to the game
Married to my block but I beat her out her change
I ain't going back f*ck a X I'm getting paid
Money keep coming she show me love in many ways
Lots a 0's and commas get me excited to start my day
Maybe the money machine sing me another song to me today
Cash keep countin money trancin outer space
Rash on rash my hands sore can't pickup the pace
I got stacks make ya eyes come out ya face
Ya OG he getting old maybe it's time to get replaced
Runin man runin man thas my day job
Flip the strip make it hit like I play ball
I get money don't talk funny we ain't talkin eight balls
Make ya move playa choose this is chess not rec ball
Versatile wit my flow we get it hot tho
I ain't trippin birdie flippin to the cops bro
Moving smoove neva snooze off the drank bro
But I keep pouring moon walking smokin stanko
I just got a pack in got me up like racks in
Running through the trap get that money I got traction
Pack what I pack and that profit what I'm Maxin
300 on the dash and that ain't even maxin
We trappin on the spot we ain't neva lackin
We packin money makin f*ck a pussy I ain't neva smackin
Running through the block like what's next like what's happening
Always show love to my block when she dancin
Money makin Stefo collect and count the cash in
No cash out reinvest and get the bands in
I can teach you how to make a trap pop hands in
Running wit a bag got a motha f*cka dancin
Running wit a bag got a motha f*cka dancin
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Language: English
Length: 3:25
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