Loose Dancing (Bangers & Cash vs. The Bee Gees)

Benny BOOM!
Turn the bass up louder
Til every single titty jiggle harder
She a hoochie watch the mini skirt ride up
Dimes and pennies twerk, get it hotter
Hoochies want to get on the guest list
Eat a small dinner so you fit in your dresses
Fuck a meal, go for mills
Big breast get treated like guest
I'm serving dick for breakfast
Pussy pop, she like three things
The club, money, sex, yes!
Just like hip hop, did a full strut
When we pulled up
She said she like DD's
Ï said Deeeez Nuts!
Ain't that what you want
A Hilton ain't a Trump
Make sex tapes get dicked, get dumped
All this money make a bitch go dumb
Coke on the tip will make a bitch go numb

She ain't nothing but a hoochie mama
She ain't nothing but a hoochie mama
She ain't nothing but a hoochie mama
Hood rat, hood rat, hoochie mama
(Dancing, yeah! Dancing, yeah!)

Go head and get it nigga
You know you want it nigga
She solid gold nigga
Anna Nicole nigga
I'm about to show this glorified ho
How my hip hop dick head bang like rock and roll nigga
She got to have it cinematic like Netflix
HD documented Pearl drop Necklace
She going to call herself a classy bitch
Live in Chelsea but her naughty parts the meat pack district
Got milk duds
Face like Rihanna
Got me popping
Retro fashion
That make me want to cash in
Smashing
Trim bush like Shirley last season What's Happenin' Roj!
Prima Donna
In her Dolce and Gabbana
You can find her well travel from Nicaragua to Ghana
A front, you bait her right
And she going to bite like a piranha
Cause she
She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma

She ain't nothing but a hoochie mama
She ain't nothing but a hoochie mama
She ain't nothing but a hoochie mama
Hood rat, hood rat, hoochie mama
(Dancing, yeah! Dancing, yeah!)

Oh no no no, hold up
I got some shit to say
Cause all these copy catting bitches
Copy me all day
Call me out my name
Why don't you come around my way
I got my cousin and my brothers baby
Mother on the way
Fake bitches want to be this bitch but they not
I don't lay on my back for tracks or sleep my way to the top
Girl keep working that ass
You smarter than I thought
You got your heart on my man assets
Oh no I cash his checks let's not forget
And I fuck to bust nuts
Fuck a mans respect
I got money to spin to keep my panties wet
And just to keep bitches mad I keep bitches in check
Wrapping yourself in dirty sheets
Like some hooker on the street
Rocking your coochie like that Fucci that you bought up the street
I got mad styles for days
Your styles been played
And I every thing you rock today
I did yesterday
Talking to try and spite me, walk it off, I top it off
Now you hood rats trying to bite me
You have him?
I been had him
Girl I own that ass
Little heffer hoochie momma please
You ain't bad!

She ain't nothing but a hoochie mama
She ain't nothing but a hoochie mama
She ain't nothing but a hoochie mama
Hood rat, hood rat, hoochie mama
(Dancing, yeah! Dancing, yeah!)