Takeoff - Dirty Dancing lyrics

[Pre-Hook: Quavo] Drop top Phantom, pull in at my mansion I got hoes in the kitchen and they dirty dancing Dirty dancing, dirty dancing, dirty dancing [Hook x2: Quavo] Drop top Phantom, pull in at my mansion I got hoes in the kitchen and they dirty dancing Oh she dirty dancing, yeah she dirty dancing Oh she dirty dancing, yeah she dirty dancing [Verse 1: Quavo] Oh she dirty dancing, whip it with no panties Oh my god I like it, I might make her wifey Young Quavo so icey, yeah her whip game pricey What out for them snakes in the gra**, cause you know them n***as be sheisty Pull up to my mansion, shawty in the kitchen dirty dancing Her whip game is romantic, and her head game is outstanding I pull up in that black and white, call me Marilyn Manson I go to the j**eler cash out on the VVS cause my ice is dancing Try to run away with my pack I take your whole family and hold them up for ransom Wear Louis V on the red carpet now they flashing with they cameras Every time I go the the vip I got these hoes telling me I'm handsome Can't go nowhere with the goons because they always calling them animals [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Takeoff] I got b**hes dirty dancing, cook it in my mansion Temptations on my neck and wrist, they singing and they dancing Pull up in the drop top Phantom, black and green like Danny Phantom Hop out like a celebrity, Young Takeoff no vegetarian But I love my broccoli and that celery On the block, serving up cabbage, smoking marijuana like the Seventies On the phone with Hornito talking bout Marilyn and that h**n I got birds and you know they gon' haul Love that trap game, he a dog Pop bands like a b**h pop gum In the kitchen with my Terminator arm I show love to the n***as in the slums Know J's that'll k** for a crumb Got M-16, AR-15, know n***as plugged in with a bomb Getting money like lil' Willow BMG at the peak like widow Pull up in that Lambo, look like armadillo Gone [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Quavo] No Ashton Kutcher, I am not a punk I'm smoking on about half a skunk Got birds off in the back of the trunk No B.E.T but I wrap them up He say he wanted them overseas, like UPS I ship 'em out My trap ain't never gonna run out, unless it is a money drought And there ain't no need for a bank account I got bands in the floor at Grandma house Call the plug and he'll send it over Cause he already know what my money about Got the J's calling my sh** Mike Tyson One hit and it'll knock your lights out The hood calling me president cause I'm trapping out of the White House The whole hood they praise me, my attitude is co*ky Cause I walk around with that crack rock and everybody call me Rocky My left pocket is sloppy, my right pocket identical Quavo just smashed em 2 bad b**hes, identical [Hook x2]