(Beat down) Bout to dance on it, bout to dance on it It's a party on your face, I'm about to dance on it You win some, you lose some But her it's her day It's a party on your face, an I'm about to dance on it Aoki she gon get it What you looking at? Do I

Forget about the price tag It's not about the money money money We don't need your money money money We just wanna make the world dance Ain't about the uh cha-ching cha-ching Ain't about the yeah b-bling b-bling Wanna make the world dance Everybody look

Turn up your night I will find you Make them dance Just like you 'Cause you make me move Yeah you always make go I'll run away with your foot steps I'll build a city that dreams for two And if you lose yourself

Or have they forgot what it was that they made Forgive me I am only a maid They dance like sirens, hoping the sun would come out again And I was born in the fog of that day Can they hear a babe over all the faith, Crawled out of the fog, found a river,

It takes a bit more, yeah it takes a bit more than you Yeah it takes a bit more, yeah it takes a bit more than you Do you wanna dance, do you wanna dance, do you wanna dance And you're a liar, at least all of your friends are And so am I, just typically

I can't stop the feelin' So just dance, dance, dance So just dance, dance, dance, come on All those things I shouldn't do Got that good soul in my feet I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops (ooh) Nowhere to hide when I'm gettin' you close When

You got me in the middle of the dance floor, just searching for you girl I ask my myself where you created in this world, by the beauty in you girl You got me so high and confused I don't know what to do New York City All in Los Angeles California From

Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance 'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to

For you, the blind who once could see The dancer slows her frantic pace In pain and desperation Her aching limbs and downcast face Aglow with perspiration Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire With just the briefest pause The flooding through her memory The

Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Swizzy, need y'all to take y'all rags out, man, T.I And let it swang, swang, swang, swang Let it swang,