Last Dance Rapper Big Pooh (Ft. BJ the Chicago Kid)

[Produced By Praise]

[Verse 1 – Rapper Big Pooh]
Ay yo, I got me a call
Matter fact at first I got me a deal
Then I bought my first car, if we just keeping it real
My nigga [?] made arrangements, I’m stuck with the payments
Now I’m cruising down [?], I’m nothing to play with
You see, the women staring at
Bitches, they don’t care I’m fat
Long as the pockets match the stomach, then they where I’m at
Niggas at the club, blowing hundreds at the bar
Everybody whispering, tryna find out who I are
I’m a motherfucking star, in my mind and my climb
Dedicated to the grind so I deserve to shine
Now I’m tripping on west coast, tricking on some west hoes
Hundreds at the Bungalow room, buying the best clothes
Looking at these sneakers I ain’t ever put a foot in
My conscious heckles me on my shoulder, like I shouldn’t
A couple months in I sprinted through 6 figures
Now uncle sam calling, I ain’t talking to that nigga
I’m broke, my nigga I’m broke

[Hook – BJ The Chicago Kid]
Every time you get your chance to dance
You got to make sure it’ll last forever
Cause you never know your next chance to dance again
So you better make sure it lasts forever
Every time you get your chance to dance (ay yo, let em know)
Every time you get your chance to dance (ay yo, let em know)