Boyz N da Hood and T-Pain - Table Dance
Yeah (yeah)Yeah (oh)
You know we had something for the hoes right? (Ooh)
Boyz N Da Hood, T-Pain, ha
She's coming straight up out of her pants
(She's coming straight up out of her pants)
The money's flyin' out of my hands
(The money's flyin' out of my hands)
But I can never be her man (nope, nope, nope)
All I want is a table dance (yeah, yeah)
Her booty's got me in a trance
(Her booty's got me in a trance)
But I ain't tryna spend a hundred grand
Ooh, I can never be your man (somebody tell me here if I'm wrong)
(I can never be your man)
All I want is a table dance
Ayy, ayy
I'm up in Magic City, chillin', smokin' on some sticky (sticky)
I saw this bitch named Cinnamon, she's lookin' like she's feelin' me
I throw up the deuces, pour some D'Ussé and watched her pop her coochie
She walks like she's from Houston, with more ass than Massachusetts
She's shakin' and makin' it wobble, lookin' like one of them Next Top Models
She left me with no choice but to throw dollar after dollar
Coca-Cola bottle body plus she's 'bout it 'bout it
But I doubt it if I'ma take her home 'cause I ain't tryna make her moan
Ha-ha, let's go
She's coming straight up out of her pants
(She's coming straight up out of her pants)
The money's flyin' out of my hands
(The money's flyin' out of my hands)
But I can never be her man (no, no, no, no)
All I want is a table dance (yeah, yeah)
Her booty's got me in a trance
But I ain't tryna spend a hundred grand
Ooh, I can never be your man (no, I can't be your man, but you can be my lady)
All I want is a table dance
Table dance, she's coming out of her pants
And she drops it in my lap, my money flies out my hand
Don't stop, don't pause, she showin' me her sugar walls
Ass like a Butterball turkey, work me, twerk me, jerk me, jerky, beef
Boot it like a bobblehead, bounce it to the beat (let's go)
Caterpillar clit, butterfly on her back
Got me hooked like crack, got me spendin' my stack
What was that? Somebody got slapped
Hell nah, my nigga, her booty just clapped
Gotta get her to the VIP, she talkin' 'bout what she gon' do to me
Don't worry 'bout that, I'm Z-O-E, shorty, I ain't tricked off since '93
She's coming straight up out of her pants
(She's coming straight up out of her pants)
The money's flyin' out of my hands
(The money's flyin' out of my hands)
But I can never be her man (I can never be her man)
All I want is a table dance (yeah, yeah)
Her booty's got me in a trance
But I ain't tryna spend a hundred grand
Ooh, I can never be your man (uh-uh, uh-uh)
All I want is a table dance
Hit the club, fifty deep
VIP, roll the Sweets
Pulled it off, bring some ones
Oh my God, shoulda seen the freak
She came to me, grinnin' teeth
5'7", 153, her nipples hard, no stretchin' marks, got baby oil all in her booty cheeks
My dick is hard, she jackin' me, kissin' me, smellin' sweet
D a freak, she bendin' over and I put my nose up in the crease
I'm trippin' now, I'm in trance, pre cum all up in my pants
Zoned out 'cause I ball a lot, and I keep on poppin' these rubber bands, damn
She's coming straight up out of her pants
(She's coming straight up out of her pants)
The money's flyin' out of my hands
(The money's flyin' out of my hands)
But I can never be her man (I can never be your man)
All I want is a table dance (yeah, yeah)
Her booty's got me in a trance
But I ain't tryna spend a hundred grand (I ain't spend no hundred grand)
Ooh, I can never be your man (uh-uh, uh-uh)
All I want is a table dance
Yeah, I'm off, I'm in that body towel with a body straddlin' 'cross my lap
Love the way she wind it out, love the way she make it clap
Say she love the way I rap, grab my dick and say I'm strapped
I'm like, "Baby, what's the house?" I know right now I'm in your trap
But I would love to bring you off into my world
Not no Jay-Z and Beyoncé, I ain't tryna make you my girl
Don't focus on my dollars, just the ones that's in my hand
I don't just don't want no table dance (nah), more like a one night stand
Huh, a hundred dollars? Is that all you got? Nigga, this Gucci
Ha, babe, you know who I be? I'm Boy N The Hood number one (and?)
Tell you what, I got twenty stacks, you got twenty minutes
Lemme see how fast you can get it
Huh, shit, well make it rain then
She's coming straight up out of her pants
(She's coming straight up out of her pants)
The money's flyin' out of my hands
(The money's flyin' out of my hands)
But I can never be her man (I can never be her man)
All I want is a table dance (yeah, yeah)
Her booty's got me in a trance (okay, okay)
But I ain't tryna spend a hundred grand (I ain't spend no hundred grand)
Ooh, I can never be your man (uh-uh, uh-uh)
All I want is a table dance
Written by:
Alonzo Mathis, Dana Ramey, Faheem Najm, Jacoby White, Lee Dixon, Miguel Scott
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