Moonlight Graveyard Dance Oliver Francis

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Short hair like Nia Long, loose ones she don’t need a loan
Start twerking when she hear her song, stripper pole her income
We get trippy and then some, so nasty when she rollin’
She put that ass up in my hands, I remote control it
She give me dome when the roof gone, at the KOD she leave with me
She got friends, bring three, I got drugs, I got drinks
Bend it over, Juicy J gon' poke it like wet paint
You say no to ratchet pussy; Juicy J can't
Racks er'where, they showin' racks, I'm throwing racks
In the VIP, rubber on I’m stretching that
Rich niggas tippin, broke niggas lookin
And it ain't a strip club if they ain't showin pussy

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
All these chicks poppin' pussy, I’m just poppin' bandz
Bandz a make her dance, bandz a make her dance
These chicks clappin’, and they ain’t using hands

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, pop that pussy for a real nigga
Pull out my black card, that's my lil' nigga
Make a movie with your bitch, Steven Spiel nigga
Smokin' on Keysh, Cole, gimme me chills nigga
What's your real name? And not your stripper name
I make it rain on ya, like a windowpane
Bandz a make her dance, Tunechi make her cum
Hit-it-from-the-side-like-a-mothafuckin'-bass-drum
Two hoes on one fuckin' pole, two hoes on my fuckin' pole
I don't tip, I pay bills, bitches call me Buffalo
Her stomach in and her ass out
I'm flyer than the ones they pass out
If money grow on trees, I branched out
I'm just waitin' for my bitch to cash out (Ha ha)