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Slow Dance Video (MV)




Performed By: Brianna Perry
Featuring: BlocBoy JB
Length: 3:17
Written by: Brianna Perry, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers




Brianna Perry - Slow Dance Lyrics
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[ Featuring BlocBoy JB ]

Run it up, slow down
Run it up, slow down
Run it up, slow down
Run it up, slow down

Hoes be hating, yeah
I just slow dance with the money
In a romance with the money
In a real trance with the money
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just be counting a hundred
Really be counting a hundred
Young bitch, I came up from nothing
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just slow dance with money
In a romance with the money
In a real trance with the money
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just be counting a hundred
Really be counting a hundred

Young bitch I came up from nothing
Way, way down at the bottom
Now I just slow dance with the money
Every red bottom, I got 'em
Use to be hungry for days
Now I got steak on my plate
So wavy, just look at the wave
So wavy, just look at the wave
Yeah I pull up in the Benz
I got that heat on my plate
Killin this shit, DOA
Killin this shit, DOA
Coroner bitch, coroner
Yeah, look at us shining
I just cop me the Patek
I call that perfect timing
Look at these perfect diamonds, yeah I just do it
BlocBoy on my side, and he is a shooter
When we step out, paparazzi want shoot us
20/20 vision, drip on these niggas, jacuzzi

Hoes be hating, yeah
I just slow dance with money
In a romance with the money
In a real trance with the money
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just be counting a hundred
Really be counting a hundred
Young bitch, I came up from nothing
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just slow dance with money
In a romance with the money
In a real trance with the money
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just be counting a hundred
Really be counting a hundred

I'ma count up me a check, nothing less (nothing less)
I just spent three bands at Louis V, I must confess (word)
Jugg and finesse, her ass I caress (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If her boyfriend got a problem, I shoot above the chest (rrah)
That's a headshot, no Flinstone, bedrock
Witnesses say they heard four shots, then his head dropped
I just bought 'bout five Glocks from the pawn shop (that's on my mama)
Yeah my niggas down, we eat you like they do lawn stops
Before I cut some grass I'm a cut a check yeah
Before I touch her ass, gotta get some neck yeah
Get my green like Shrek yeah, serving all the crackheads
Make his brains hit the skillet like a cracked egg

Hoes be hating, yeah
I just slow dance with money
In a romance with the money
In a real trance with the money
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just be counting a hundred
Really be counting a hundred
Young bitch, I came up from nothing
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just slow dance with money
In a romance with the money
In a real trance with the money
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just be counting a hundred
Really be counting a hundred
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Run it up, slow down
Run it up, slow down
Run it up, slow down
Run it up, slow down

Hoes be hating, yeah
I just slow dance with the money
In a romance with the money
In a real trance with the money
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just be counting a hundred
Really be counting a hundred
Young bitch, I came up from nothing
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just slow dance with money
In a romance with the money
In a real trance with the money
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just be counting a hundred
Really be counting a hundred

Young bitch I came up from nothing
Way, way down at the bottom
Now I just slow dance with the money
Every red bottom, I got 'em
Use to be hungry for days
Now I got steak on my plate
So wavy, just look at the wave
So wavy, just look at the wave
Yeah I pull up in the Benz
I got that heat on my plate
Killin this shit, DOA
Killin this shit, DOA
Coroner bitch, coroner
Yeah, look at us shining
I just cop me the Patek
I call that perfect timing
Look at these perfect diamonds, yeah I just do it
BlocBoy on my side, and he is a shooter
When we step out, paparazzi want shoot us
20/20 vision, drip on these niggas, jacuzzi

Hoes be hating, yeah
I just slow dance with money
In a romance with the money
In a real trance with the money
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just be counting a hundred
Really be counting a hundred
Young bitch, I came up from nothing
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just slow dance with money
In a romance with the money
In a real trance with the money
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just be counting a hundred
Really be counting a hundred

I'ma count up me a check, nothing less (nothing less)
I just spent three bands at Louis V, I must confess (word)
Jugg and finesse, her ass I caress (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If her boyfriend got a problem, I shoot above the chest (rrah)
That's a headshot, no Flinstone, bedrock
Witnesses say they heard four shots, then his head dropped
I just bought 'bout five Glocks from the pawn shop (that's on my mama)
Yeah my niggas down, we eat you like they do lawn stops
Before I cut some grass I'm a cut a check yeah
Before I touch her ass, gotta get some neck yeah
Get my green like Shrek yeah, serving all the crackheads
Make his brains hit the skillet like a cracked egg

Hoes be hating, yeah
I just slow dance with money
In a romance with the money
In a real trance with the money
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just be counting a hundred
Really be counting a hundred
Young bitch, I came up from nothing
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just slow dance with money
In a romance with the money
In a real trance with the money
While these hoes be hating, yeah
I just be counting a hundred
Really be counting a hundred
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Writer: Brianna Perry, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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