I Don't Dance

I'm ten hundreds on these niggaz, little iron fangers

In the back of the club with the gangbangers

Canaries in my watch with them Bathing Apes

Doin my body like this, workin my thizz face

I'm ballin, why would I fuck with a ripper

Tryin to hit Magic City, I'm in love with a stripper

Drinkin that silver, up all night

On them green mack, dressed in them yellow and blue Nikes

Uh-huh, once again it's on

She tryin to take a few flicks for her camera phone

Yeah, pretty lips, cute face

I'm a go on and make her famous nigga on MySpace like

I don't dance, I do my body like this

I'm a koon, you ain't never met nobody like this...

I don't dance, I do my body like this

I'm a koon, you ain't never met nobody like this

I'm fifty 20's on these niggaz, little ICI

I rock that real jewelry, them icy rocks

It's diamonds in my urr, diamonds in my necklace

Yeah, orange juice and a blunt for breakfast

What'chu know 'bout them Lambo do's?

Escort bitches, nigga marble on flo's

Runnin from the papparazzi

I'm a million dollar nigga like DiBiase

Uh-huh, lil' homey I'm a plurr

At the airport, nigga jumpin off a Lurr

Yeah, you know your boy pop tags

I be barkin off the marble like 50 11 bags

Yeah, I do my body like this

Like this (like this) like this (like this)

Yeah, I do my body like this

Like this (like this) like this (like this) uh-huh

Yeah, I do my body like this

Like this (like this) like this (like this)

Yeah, I do my body like this

Like this (like this) like this (like this)