Don't F*ck With You (Stacey Ray)

But walked away like I was absolutely positively sure I could

Attitude on f*ck it

Some dollars in the bucket

Been scheming steady dreaming

For a chance to make some duckets

Caused a little ruckus on the sideline

Fully reconstructed every guideline

From the alley way to Cali, on the Grammy day

Went from disarray to mayday, mayday, mayday

Ran away from the sickness with a quickness

And went from rags to richness

 

Reigndrop, aight on the count of ten

I want e'erybody wilin' out

One, two, three, four, get your booty on the dance floor

This is not the time to be shy

Let your hair down, grab a guy

Move your hips till they separate

From your torso, the lower you go

So low you touch the floor

Come back up and crank it some more

Five, six, seven, eight, doesn't matter if you're gay or straight

The music doesn't discriminate

Feel the beat and the tempo say-it

Nine ten, now do it again

But this time, I want you to wile' out