Hit Yo Dance lyrics

[Intro]
OG Parker
Hitmaka
'Mano

[Pre-Chorus]
So, I wonder if them hoes ready
I wonder if them hoes ready
b*tch, that beat come in so hard and so nasty, nasty

[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
Two Rollies on the wrist, I'm like, "b*tch, hit your dance"
Stop starin' at my timepiece
Two hoes on the drip, I'm like, "b*tch, where your man?"
Stop starin' at my sidepiece
b*tch, hit your dance
b*tch, hit your dance
b*tch, hit your dance
b*tch, hit your dance
b*tch, hit your dance
Stop starin' at my timepiece

[Verse 1: Rubi Rose]
Only dance that I hit is the money dance
I don't move for nothin' less than a hundred bands
When the b*tch get to drippin' and these n*ggas start tippin'
I'm a savage for the paper, hit the runnin' man, uh
Rubi Rose in that Rolls Royce lookin' at the stars
With that bag right beside me
I ain't trippin', I can have anything that I want
n*gga, you and your sidepiece
b*tch, hit your dance, got you stiff in your pants
Ain't no ring on my hand, Rubi don't got a man
Look at your timepiece and clear all your plans
And a b*tch got a n*gga goin' crazy, he a fan
[Pre-Chorus]
So, I wonder if them hoes ready
I wonder if them hoes ready
b*tch, that beat come in so hard and so nasty, nasty

[Chorus: Yella Beezy & Rubi Rose]
Two Rollies on the wrist, I'm like, "b*tch, hit your dance"
Stop starin' at my timepiece
Two hoes on the drip, I'm like, "b*tch, where your man?"
Stop starin' at my sidepiece
b*tch, hit your dance (Hit your dance)
b*tch, hit your dance (Hit your dance)
b*tch, hit your dance
b*tch, hit your dance
b*tch, hit your dance
Stop starin' at my timepiece

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa & Rubi Rose]
Ayy, I told that b*tch to hit her dance, she need to twerk some'
Bend it over, touch your toes, baby, I'ma work some'
Put it in her back, I swear to God that I'ma hurt some'
Her pus*y Aquafina, so you know that I'ma surf some'
I told her, "b*tch, do your dance" (Do my dance?)
b*tch, do your dance
With all that ass in your pants
She said that she can't
So I gave her a Xan' (Gave her ass a Xanny)
Then I took her from my mans
She be jiggin', she be droppin', she be hittin', she be poppin'
Type of b*tch you get her started and she never gonna stop it
I snuck my gun up in the club, so I'm tryna wreck the party
If I see an opp up in this b*tch, I hit him with this carbon, yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
I wonder if them hoes ready
I wonder if them hoes ready
b*tch, that beat come in so hard and so nasty, nasty (Rubi)

[Chorus: Yella Beezy & Rubi Rose]
Two Rollies on the wrist, I'm like, "b*tch, hit your dance"
Stop starin' at my timepiece
Two hoes on the drip, I'm like, "b*tch, where your man?"
Stop starin' at my sidepiece
b*tch, hit your dance (Hit your dance)
b*tch, hit your dance (Hit your dance)
b*tch, hit your dance
b*tch, hit your dance
b*tch, hit your dance
Stop starin' at my timepiece