1 More Sip

She move so slick with the body row.
Dirty dance, no shame, no fear.
Bass hit hard and the night getting near.
Bottleneck slit, pour it slow.
She like that burn when the cold ice blow.
I like that look when she bend real low.
Make the crowd freeze, then she steal the show.
I don't chase, I just choose.
Big step energy, no time to lose.
Money talk loud, but I talk last.
Stack on stack, baby, that's success.
Crew stay lit, but we stay sharp.
Chrome on the whip and the key in park.
She say, "Run it back," I say, "Okay, round two." Same heat,