[Hook]

Now cause we eating

Now cause we eating

I'mma do my dance on em

Now cause we eating

Now cause we eating

Now cause we eating

I'mma do my dance on em

Now cause we eating (tonight)

Now cause we eating (tonight)

Now cause we eating (tonight)

I'mma do my dance on em (tonight)

Now cause we eating (tonight)

Now cause we eating (tonight)

Now cause we eating (tonight)

Watch me do my dance on em

Now cause we eating (tonight)

[Verse 1]

I had $20 in my pocket

But I walked around like I'm filthy rich

And I blow it all on some new J's

I was dead broke but now we in this bitch

Cause we built for this, and we'd kill for this

Said fuck tradition, make our own position

Now call me the boss, toss me the ball

We at the top now it's hard for me to fall

These my niggas, all my niggas

Step out of line, I'mma call my niggas

Shawty in my arm, she bad as hell

Your girl on my nuts, you mad as hell

She say she not a cheater

I hope you don't believe her

Zip zip zip

Onomatopoeia

Tip, toe tip

Now I'm in my beater

Got her in a bra and I'm fucking me a diva

Back to the club showing off my ink

More purp in the cups 'till the drinks turn pink

A couple more shots, everyone freaks out

Now she's turned up with her butt cheeks out

Like blaaahhh

Bloooooo

What am I to do?

I came with all these bad bitches but screaming, "Look at you!"

Cause shawty got a bad body

I swear to God she goin' make me sin

She got me all in my wallet

If she turn around she gon make me spend

I'm pulling these cards like Old Maid

Screaming out, "Fuck them old days!"

These gold chains, these gold shades

I'mma do my dance on em, okay

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Imagine going from unemployed to self-employed

To copping whips and trips, exclusive shit

All from making noise

And imagine crushing any girl you ever wanted

From the stuck up to the stunning

Popping that ass right in front of you

I'm DeStorm, I'm an icon

I'm a business, kinda like Sean

I do fitness, 'till they hop on

Then we fucking, with the lights on

Them hoes you only see and dream screaming, "I want you!"

Break out the codes, I'm coming through with 30 men like Contra

It's that Forefront shit

Yeah, your boy run shit

You're on the wrong boat then I suggest you whorse jump ship

It started with four of us niggas

Now it's more of us, nigga

When it comes to loot, tell half the truth

Don't assume that you can trust niggas

I want those Dre, Jay, Bay, Ye, uncle Russ figures

No blanks I'm getting them real digits

My whole team punching them meal tickets

Now dance

[Hook w/DeStorm Talking Over]

Yeah

Now we eating

Fellahs, grab a girl

Ladies, find a man

It's time to do your dance

Now

[Verse 3]

I want everybody to look your haters in the eye

Now rock from side to side

And start eating that motherfucking wonton soup on 'em

They don't even know what to do now

Now smile at 'em

They gon start smiling back

They don't have no choice

Now reach out

Pull 'em really close to you

Whisper in their ear and say, "This dance is for you"

It's that Forefront shit

Yeah, your boy run shit