At Nasty C ya safe I'll never go missing
Oh yeah, yeah
Dance, Dance
You would swear Mandela
Was my dance teacher
The way I got money moves
But I ain't gotta
Dance no more
'Cause my jewelry
Got hella moves
I used to be broke
But now I got notes
Man I make hella tunes
Look how I make 'em dance
Like my jewelry
Check how I make 'em dance
Like my jewelry
Check how I make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa)
Diamonds make her dance
Make her spaz on my lap (On my lap)
She tried to battle
With my jewelry broke her back (Broke her back)
Say hello to my little man
Give him a dab (Dab)
Give him a snack (Snack)
Give him a cat (Cat)
Come on you can do it (Do it)
Don't be scared to do it
Please just touch it
I'm the type to call
My side, my cousin
I'm the type to call
My cousin to cuddle
I'm the type
To never ball on no budget
Fuck that
Keep my eye on the money
I'm the type to teach
My diamonds to Dougy
Water on me
Like I shower in public, (Whoa)
Drip, drip, drip
I be shining
Like I'm forced to (What, get it, get it)
Like it wasn't a choice (Uh-huh)
I never run out of sauce (Uh-huh)
Can you not see
That I'm gorgeous (Yes)
My **** I used to be her zaddy (Ok)
Now she a orphan
If she could seduce you
For a bag, be woke
Nasty you did it
You ran up a bag kudos
You could be the greatest
Or you could be the greatest
Who knows?
Stomp the yard with the stones
You would swear Mandela
Was my dance teacher
The way I got money moves
But I ain't gotta
Dance no more
'Cause my jewelry
Got hella moves
I used to be broke
But now I got notes
Man I make hella tunes
Look how I make 'em dance
Like my jewelry
Check how I make 'em dance
Like my jewelry
Check how I make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa)
My jewelry dance
And it sparkle like soda
She gives dope neck
I just might buy her a choker (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah she sits on it
Like we ain't got a sofa
Cuban on my neck ain't local (No)
Bitch my swag ain't local
I'm her daddy
But she call me zaddy
She wanna have my baby
But I made her have a Plan B
My jewelry wet like it flows
And it shine and it glows
And we flexing on em foes
They like he bad
And he knows (Knows it)
My swag drips (Drip drip)
It makes her wet
They saw them links
Now they talking
'Bout let's connect (Hell no)
I bring the heat
And your girl
Wants me to hit it
She wanna be my bae
I told her "Bitch beat it" (Beat it beat it)
I make her dance
Make her dance
Like a diamond (Like a diamond)
Ain't worried 'bout no alcohol
I got a rider (Got a rider)
What would they do without us
I really wonder (I really wonder)
I got the juice
And the sauce right
You would swear Mandela
Was my dance teacher
The way I got money moves
But I ain't gotta
Dance no more
'Cause my jewelry
Got hella moves
I used to be broke
But now I got notes
Man I make hella tunes
Look how I make 'em dance
Like my jewelry
Check how I make 'em dance
Like my jewelry
Check how I make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Make 'em dance (Whoa)
Dance yeah (Whoa, hey)

Writer(s): Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo & Thelumusa Owen.