Juicy J – Bandz A Make Her Dance (Original Remix) Lyrics
Featuring: Lil Wayne
Produced By: Mike Will Made It
(Strippers!)
[Hook x2]
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I’m just popping bands
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin’, and they ain’t using hands
[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! (Yeah ho)
She give me dome when the roof gone, at the K.O.D. 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 errwhere, they showin' racks, I'm throwing racks
In the V.I.P, 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
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(... Baby...ha ha ah... Juicy I gotchya!)
(UGH!)
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
Smoking 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
Bands a make her dance, Tunechi make her cum
Hit-it-from-the-side-like-a-mother-fucking-bass-drum!
Two hoes on one fucking pole, two hoes on my fucking 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 waiting on my bitch to cash out (Ha ha)
(...just waiting for my bitch to cash out!
Tunechi... Young Moula Baby)
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Down in Atlanta, 'bout to hit up Magic
Throw some money in the air all the bad bitches gon' grab it
Straight off the floor she gon' need a couple of bags
Like a broke ATM I'mma spillin all this cash
Them niggas in the club don’t be spending shit
20 stacks in one night, I be on trippy shit
My cribs paid off, but i’m still paying rent
A couple of condos paid, she lovin’ every cent
She make that ass clap, dancin' like she on a dick
Bring it back at through us, yeah thats a lucky bitch
Up and down she’s going she’s sliding on that pole
Making money, stacking them honey, shawty go
[Hook x2]
[Hook x2]
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I’m just popping bands
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin’, and they ain’t using hands
[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! (Yeah ho)
She give me dome when the roof gone, at the K.O.D. 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 errwhere, they showin' racks, I'm throwing racks
In the V.I.P, 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
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(... Baby...ha ha ah... Juicy I gotchya!)
(UGH!)
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
Smoking 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
Bands a make her dance, Tunechi make her cum
Hit-it-from-the-side-like-a-mother-fucking-bass-drum!
Two hoes on one fucking pole, two hoes on my fucking 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 waiting on my bitch to cash out (Ha ha)
(...just waiting for my bitch to cash out!
Tunechi... Young Moula Baby)
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Down in Atlanta, 'bout to hit up Magic
Throw some money in the air all the bad bitches gon' grab it
Straight off the floor she gon' need a couple of bags
Like a broke ATM I'mma spillin all this cash
Them niggas in the club don’t be spending shit
20 stacks in one night, I be on trippy shit
My cribs paid off, but i’m still paying rent
A couple of condos paid, she lovin’ every cent
She make that ass clap, dancin' like she on a dick
Bring it back at through us, yeah thats a lucky bitch
Up and down she’s going she’s sliding on that pole
Making money, stacking them honey, shawty go
[Hook x2]
